The Impossible Machine
Such variance formed as made discretion claer
Such variance formed
as made discretion claer
Like iron turned in loops
or made to fold
Or things alike to
errands,
Distressed in milk and
sweetest millanre
As I had been
as once to kindrels
as to lavent hip
trements
Or things that turn
like avarice against
Mere flame in thought
turns of breath
Against the arcs
of stranging storm
Or marks and latch
as crossed apart
As heart anthems
tollid with the clay
by Eucaleh Terrapin