Of All Cylinders and Synergy: In a Matter of Fact

A premise slithered out the door at open
from query vibrant in sharing breath.
  
"Conclude" might be too fast  
and so remains a stem devoid of arms.  
   
Little over the windscreen,  
a cloud bundles its threads.  
To no end, but they shimmer when a passion lantern traces the linings.  
They are blazen, though never burn.  
   
Reassurance is a translucent air-like bird,
a native of the diaphragm,  
who migrates in word.  
   
Bless the star child in the glide of a homeward crystal-clear flock.  
The verbose note caravans for thought,  
surely a sign in nylon beside the road  
   
in no notion of excessive,  
and breath winding up in a figure 8 continues a drift along.  
   
"Conclude" might be too fast.  
The premise had snaked for the door.
Amphibious — a logic of two forms,  
and, in two forms, nuzzle and stir.  
One holds the mind. The other — a heart.