Radical Reasoning

I languished in the Eye of Time.

Lashing myself to third sight.

A gifted kind, winds.

The ticking seconds;  Applauds me.

As the Hands turn my very being,

I beg a cursed threat.

To lend my pause from Humanity.

With a gentle, teasing breeze,

I ask,

"Why Me."

 I am neither lost, nor without Home.

A Well-Oiled respond.

An Emerald sense,

a Garnet now,

"You must meet like."

To Chime?

To ring, to shine.

A Device?

A Man.

To inseminate?

No, to build a trust just for you.

..and possibly a Band too?

I choke to know.

 

A plausible thought to turn into Plot.