Greetings, @d-pend

Changes, like death, don’t come easy. Resistance and negation come first, sometimes to stay.
I liked the thalassic images; the tension between movement and stagnation, the oscillation in between.

The text also speaks of the tension between natural and artificial; the emergence and impositions of metal and concrete amid trees and clouds. Curiously, these otherwise considered eyesores are naturalized; they are “beings” and they are “photosynthesized.”

The sense of immobility is carried out further by the idea of a sky turned into a sea bed, covered by cloud-like urchins; a curtain veiling the vision, impedementing.

mann'd unfancy,
elation of the unchanging
turban'd by life's inadequacy.

The lack of pedaling, the commodious state of unalteration resembles the comforts of infancy, the lack of sophistication, the lack of drive. Life as it is conceived hinders freedom, wraps it in anxiety and the tricky tugging between conservatism and subversion.
I can relate to the lurchingness caused by dread hope and accumulating anger.