Machinations of imagination

Machinations of imagination

I'm a native to contemplation

It's the savior from condemnation

He's a sailor of condensation

 

This conversation's copulating

And populating noggins fading

It's operating on your waking

Moments of closest consolement

 

Machinations of imagination

The limitation of a magic station

Is the intimidation of a factual nation

And the litigation of rational pacing

 

This mob is tasing problem statements

The lot is saying God will save 'em

Last shot, I'm praying modulation

This close-knit cloak controls you

 

Machinations, Oh, Machinations.

My motor, my soul, my breath.

Where were you before my birth?

Where are you after death...

 

 

  

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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