machine.

well-oiled cliche
of paramount
importance.

say it again;
say it
to my face.

tell me it
doesn’t matter.
tell me.

he’s watching
the side swept
fringe;

dignity and pride,
caution and
self-respect.

will it shatter
with the slightest
glance?

building machines,
waiting for
the engine.

is it warm?
show her how
to cool it.

palace of uncertainty;
bullish creation
and pebbles of doubt.

when will
the boulders
fall?

cascading avalanche
of ice and
treachery.

pull the machine
aside,
to evoke the madness.

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