Fire engulfed the idea, shooting atoms into the space between the decision and the action. A slow spread of motion contemplating the percussion between sunrises and sunsets. The bubbling feeling of what ifs and could haves are resetting a blaze to any notions that might've been danced upon. But all this fire is making a lot of smoke and casting a haze on our dancing shoes. And there is a different spin on atoms and Adams in this sphere that I'm trying to collect slumber in.