engines at how

if only this
with such
oh look
at how
and all of it
engines
engines
of love
coughing
awry
O how
it clouds
about
this machine
love like motors
in the eye
of all
butterfly
whir and slack
love
down
as the deep-
drifted up
from wells
dripping
with eye-love
buckets
look and look
again
into all wells
and deeps
look now
with such
buckets and pails
as they spill
our words
beyond-oh

fire and then
fire-wet

of the fret-
fire and only
three more
sleeps

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