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“The Machine is Created”

And trumpeted

In the name of entrepreneur’s Apollonian,
Men with new British accents
Screaming on television sets
In a vertigo of reality,
Trees in the balance,
.
I embrace that machine now,
Bit bit by
Until its teeth
Gnash the silence into celestial,
Fragments of my frustrated years
Falling like blinking lights.

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