The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling.
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

-W.Shakespeare

Monday 8 July 2013

Mechanical Beast

To tame these
Compositional creatures
I require an eye of fire.

Temper taught thoughts
Creating confusion
Is the ire of my desire.

Timed touchless tasks,
Clockwork combustion,
Oh! mechanical choir
that will never tire.

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