Sections, cross-sections, segments

This is for Shannon, Maria, and Logan: my central nervous system posse.

I am in your machine.

There are rules to follow so things will work out perfectly, but I am in your machine.

I get a space all to myself; I wrap up tight and hide my face.

And then everyone retreats into another room where the lights are low.

Then I am alone.

This is when the music begins.

I think in repeating patterns because of you.

I imagine how these noises apply to different levels of scans.

Sections.

Cross-sections.

Sub-segments.

What will you find?

What if it stays the same?

What if it looks different?