[I consider machinery and how its commitment ]
I consider machinery and how its commitment
to the world
resides in the devotion first placed in it.
A machine never thinks in past tense.
A machine always thinks imagination
to be a vast tragedy so much so that the devotion slouching
towards it exists now and forever in its mind.
My machine roams the western plains of Nebraska.
Here in the deepest shade of the garden,
my machine has many stories to tell.
My machine lives in future tense.
My machine loves me because in my face it sees itself.