The scar is often metaphor for tender life experience displayed. Encompassing the badge of courage and of simple indelible unhideable fact.

The prior wounding turns over like a motor. The scar here has compression and linear power. A motor without need of critical experiential declaration. A untechnological power source whose lacerations, now like wires, conduct conscious zoom and burns lambent like coil springing light.

A circuit board without implant by tool, retooling in the once sour grain over time and chemical states. No longer the storm for soldier or tragedy. A zig zag with no planned results. A companion developed sense with cloudy corresponding object field. Bar the encounters with others, in globular stirring, plucking whole rifts.