Who is not reaction engine
and apprentice escape-artist
summoning simulacra poses
from imposter markets?
The masters answer by pointing
to small doors opened
beneath deceiving trousers.
On their inner reels it is written:
invention requires tunnel visions.
Ask the patent
who alone deserves fame.
We're a match if we blast our hatches.
When hunches hitch our hinges hang
and my ration extends to meet you,
most lately, prank infatuation.
how I used to think
to objects was a deep
flaw until I saw
I could implement a subject:
Now that magic and mechanics
mediate share-shifting fictions,
arousal is my spouse,
Merrily wary, at home, alone, I am
prolonging beloved's belt
Though the 5-mouthed crank generates more
noise, read the wireless lips:
Must shape the molds each hoax
while its levers crease skimmingly.
But the milk-pump which is not a mouth
nourishes in reverse, without rigidly
accomplishing fluid that remains preserved.
When real thing substitutes strap-on,
efficiency is differently welcome.
As coil curdles, context suctions muck.
Corner speakers too loud to distract
my dialed room tuned to comfort zone
but the fabled clasp of units whittles me kindle—
barchart horizontal from gather to group to exclude to clash,
vertical between sapling and strong
self willed simple isn't diagrammed
is too much variation
and not enough difference
exchange of faces or place
Later speech generators swear
unusual composition is not illogical.
Is a competing logic.
The chess master thought he was playing a brilliant
box but he was playing a man inside a brilliant box.
The thinking machine umbilicaled to the wall
when programmed to build itself builds a moving machine.
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