Observe the motion
of the machine
Fell the liquid
church fold itself
around you
As a child in the
placental fluid
warm comfort/
a cleansing
contrition
Feel the motion
of the machine:
Rhythm pulsing
through the veins
drains the mind
of conscious thought
Plunges into the
realm of dreams
And
Who will love
the machine?
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