rectangles grey like forgotten faces
three man-high towers cold metal walled
systematic machines this male place
not now electric sundries gravity-scattered

a cold decorated producting room
the uni-pitch engine of working quanta
the no sad no joy the no peace no ire
this is where the data heart runs

the outside friendly coolwind spins young leaves
a rush-flock of exuberant flickering
as though sun-sparkle water races off a running dog at play
what running dog at play