all this drama a drip in the pipes that grew into a clot, solution being: a machine must machine and move
there is memory in gears and and in line memory in motion memory this notion of a being machine being
Tag Archives: motion
no. 54
We march, animatronic yetis waiting
for our moment
that dream of love and melting:
the world moves different in the cold –
flip see ducks riding whitecaps
these clouds this sun
this moon this schedule
these dogs sleeping me
wandering not aimless –
the implied meaning
not tied. but these
machinations this
motion perpetual tied
to the same currents
as barges as steamboats