He calibrates the fuel injectors
Like grafting scions on the specters
Nitrous breathes through limestone veins
Frost retreats from piston chains
Rooted thunder shakes the altar stone
Where grease and lichen claim their own
He tunes the beast with chlorophyll grace
In frozen fire he finds his place
Wrench turns slow on titanium bolts
Respecting roots in glacial jolts
Manifold blooms like orchid crowns
Exhaust unfurls on sacred grounds
Rooted thunder shakes the altar stone
Where grease and lichen claim their own
He tunes the beast with chlorophyll grace
In frozen fire he finds his place
He whispers latin to the block
Taxus baccata picks the lock
Compression ratio finds its peace
Where mountain silence grants release
Rooted thunder shakes the altar stone
Where grease and lichen claim their own
He tunes the beast with chlorophyll grace
In frozen fire he finds his place
Camshaft lifts like phototropism
Timing belt in rhizome prism
Turbo spools with mycelium spin
Roots drink deep where oil begins
Rooted thunder shakes the altar stone
Where grease and lichen claim their own
He tunes the beast with chlorophyll grace
In frozen fire he finds his place
Stone remembers every hand
That coaxed the spark from sleeping land
No worship here just patient care
The engine breathes the mountain air
Ignition catches cathedral quakes
Horsepower wakes what winter makes
He wipes the grease from calloused thumbs
And watches life force overcome
Rooted thunder shakes the altar stone
Where grease and lichen claim their own
He tunes the beast with chlorophyll grace
In frozen fire he finds his place
Roots and pistons one design
Rooted thunder yours and mine
