Twittering Machine Paul Klee 1922
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The hand crank sounds about right
There's a them, with a master plan
But how much variance is there?
A rotation becoming monotonous
Until there's no hand in sight
Those with feet fixed to the wire
They squawk and twitter, flail...
Taking no comfort from each other
Just enough blueprint lingers
For the plan to feel recoverable
"It'll be ok..."
"Let's resume the rotations!" Glee?
Oh it's enough to scramble brains
Maybe that's the intention?
Is there a pit beneath to fall into?
Or an examination table?
Count up the components:
-eyes
-tongues
-anguish
-just enough balance to cling on...
What those in the frame don't see
Is this could be a discarded plan
Cast aside, stained, just a pen sketch
But when your whole existence
Is within the confines of 4 corners
You see endless blue
Interpret it any old way to suit your mood
Tethered feet means they don't step back
Thank goodness?
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