a leaf fell in a tank today
of different shades of green
soft and supple tendons
rest upon rigid heavy steel.
green, transient.
youth, passing.
thoughts flood as
engine rumbles and
steel chassis roars along
violently
strength, could it be?
in unlikely tenderness
cool soft alive
in a dream, within
vulgar noises and coarse shambles
don't wake me up.
For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
William Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
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