an engineering rush (vii)
(v)

far–seeing night eyes
far saw far seen bright eyes
gleaming far distant hearths
so many homes

each
far distant bright eyes
a factory city of bright hearths
so many homes

the red the red is running
the red the red is running out
no not running    not running at all
the black between is growing

we
long lost of the central night
walk upon our deity
the deity shone down
hopped about invisible

now
no centre
we’s just a place
a place a place a place

like the dawn rises
from seeing to your hands
you see the world’s edge
universe edge

the light
all shining not
tells you so





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