Opal Machine

Resonant clusters of awe
Polished galaxies rest
Silent covenant

The machine is starting
It swallows a star
The cogs are screeching

My brain is waiting
The machine is reaching
Silence – then screeching again

The opal is done
A resonant cluster of awe
No conclusions to draw

 
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