The dog screams in it's lust,
Emptying the bowels of the
Dark vowels it knows,
Around the streets, cascade,
Slapping like flesh on steel each word,
An echo torment like me
Waiting for the turns,
The love comes, coming
Not known any other way
Someone controls, always
It stops, the driven take over,
Each machine shudders terror silk,
The sound a million hearts
And each one beating breaks.
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