Emotion and Reason as Light Infantry

I was reading a novel when page 66 disappeared. It reappeared 9 years later as page 77 in a book about childbirth. I was watching a tube train pass into the tunnel at Aldgate when it too disappeared. It was later seen in a photograph of the 1st world war where it had crashed and had come to a standstill in the trenches.
How did emotion take shape as a beautiful woman who disappears when the whole night sky and the whole starry universe flickered and reset the pastures of time as a marshland of broken eggs from where she reappeared as a Hollywood starlet in a black and white film.
Emotion took the form of a racing car with a female body. Now the female body is crashing down the mountainside on a sledge into the forest and out and over the cliff into the sea. Litter pickers on the beach find her as a centrefold and blowing onto the pages make her come to life as a flame and after shaking their hands she disappears into heaven.
Reason like a skeleton is running around an electric circuit. Do not throw the switch. Reason like a fossil has woken up to discover itself inside a falling tower crashing onto a modern battlefield and as it falls and disintegrates it turns into a swarm of wasps.

There is in the ground

There is
In the ground
Hundreds of shapes
Many not even born
Waiting for prophecy
To release them

There is
In the ground
Hundreds of bright lanterns
Waiting for some hands
To lift them out

There is in the ground
Hundreds of pathways
Waiting for someone
To separate them
Into stories

There is in the ground
Layers upon layers
Of love
Waiting to make things grow

Yet even
In modern society
The potential of the soil
Is not released
And life
Remains hidden