picture a great factory
waiting for a time
to start production again
of its outdated product
the spires that invite
descriptive terms of flight
and halls that suggest
size beyond human comprehension
the silence inside feels
like it has weight
and it presses down
with purely mental force
a bird has interrupted
your imagining with song
or so you think
you are not sure
Monday, May 18, 2009
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