The Ferrimak Engine
Thus have we fashioned, and thus have we paid.
Organic construction of such a base grade.
Functionalities meant to flare out and fade.
Such is the form of the Ferrimak Engine.
Purpose is hunger that we cannot sate.
So, in exchange, we pile 'pon the plate,
matter and memory, a smile is the bait.
To draw out the life of the Ferrimak Engine.
Material and law bind up our dreams,
though we are more free than it oft seems.
Fashion yourselves into marvelous beams.
Hold up the weight of the Ferrimak Engine.
In the end, what's left is not what's begun.
In the end, when the moon has conquered the sun.
28 October 2017
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