Invite of the Eternal Machine
Eternal Machine, tell me one thing,
are my words but a song?
And do they belong on screens
floatin' in your eyes?
Shy's away from niceness
like flies to a frog, wrong
if you read this, where is your bliss?
Poetry or in a song?
One choice, both make gladder,
only choose says this Mad
Hatter, sadder Alice
aint to be found laying
around, residing in all
the wonder!
Asunder a deeper metaphor,
it's a door, invite thine lot
to illuminate the saught travel
as we all unravel,
dig me Moon Mother?
are my words but a song?
And do they belong on screens
floatin' in your eyes?
Shy's away from niceness
like flies to a frog, wrong
if you read this, where is your bliss?
Poetry or in a song?
One choice, both make gladder,
only choose says this Mad
Hatter, sadder Alice
aint to be found laying
around, residing in all
the wonder!
Asunder a deeper metaphor,
it's a door, invite thine lot
to illuminate the saught travel
as we all unravel,
dig me Moon Mother?
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