If this machine kills fascists this
Dance is moving parts human
Parts this house a terrible house growing
Dark a cowboy roving
In the aisles of slaughter what
Are we keeping I am keeping
The robots we fear the robots with
Hands don’t tell me to not be
Referential inserting you into
The house like I own the resemblance
I own the staircase to the machine
I own the word house I say no one
Is most no one is master
This cannot be
The bridge though it is
Sufficient passing
This backlit into a blind
New once above
The wanting along the reservoir
Calling come closer we are
Due a lustrum
Water riding down
The mountain
Over breaking a terrible
Ocean the man is
Disease I cannot catch I must
Not fear the stations of my
Prowess I will burn this sister
For the safety
The post war designation
The special problem of
Living through
The disaster
I know it’s passed I know
My reflection water
Around us now becoming
This lake the bottom
Of this lake the fuselage
Dislodged
I am
Distrustful the brown-green
Camouflage hunters moving
On the opposite
Bank I’m going
To sink these savings
Restore the run-down
Nature motel I made up
My mind