The Motor

Very vague are the

Various viscous

Vibrations volleying

With vast

Motorizing strength,

The blasting of the


To the best bang

Of engine blinding

The eye with

Burying smog,

As the sky

turns grey and 

The oceans turn


This motor wurrrrs

and laughs

a horrid laugh. 


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