In my blood are intuition and instincts and the things that I have gone through. I have absorbed them all and I am absorbed by them.
The machine takes the blood from me, and after I process what is happening, the machine processes my blood and returns it to me; clean.
My blood is my knowledge, my values. They become shared.
The noise in the background is my purpose; it is trying to find me. I hear it’s sound, feel it’s present. The noise is the machine; the noise is my blood; the noise is trying to find me.
I am my blood.
The machine keeps processing. I become cleaner.