away (sonnet 15)

the happy machine is never used up,

never empty, never dry, never full,

never beat down and always getting up,

rolling up sleeves, personal, involved.

the happy machine is what you fill it up

with or without the liquids of your heart

beating drums pumping blood up in your head

making brainy interface more evolved.

make a mess of yourself once in awhile

let yourself undress the denial smile

widely sideways always amazemazemaze

me i'm dephased into all ways you feel

i read you like books full of blank pages,

you cant get away from my lovely gazes.

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