The Melancholy and the Pale Machinery Part I

How gloomy is the dusky dark! Now deep, deeper, a rusty black, so pale is the newborn thing, Wondering if the blurry night was just a covering…. Pay attention to the magnetic, mechanical, maniacal midnight, Nocturnal at its darkest hour of all. Does the alluring night make you shiver? Does it? Indeed. Beautiful sapphire is, in its way, the celestial skies of chromatic fire. Beautiful desires - the true source of whispered dreams, imagery! Loves delicate flowers… A pale fawning entity, a continual flicker, dancing flame, a glow, in perpetual ink However hard it tries Will always be bright on a sapphire night. A flame of candlelight - the true source of a dream. Nighttime, a lifetime, a millennia ago, however hard it strains, Will always be cooler, clearer, and insane... Blind is the pale machine Does the sapphire night desire indigo? Will it make you shiver? Does it? Does it …indeed? Pay attention to the magical moon, tonight, and infinity….