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Caxton’s are mechanical birds with many wings
and some are treasured for their markings–

they cause the eyes to melt
or the body to shriek without pain.

I have never seen one fly, but
sometimes they perch on the hand.

That is a book.

Mist is when the sky is tired of flight
and rests its soft machine on the ground:

then the world is dim and bookish
like engravings under tissue paper.

This is fog.

Rain is when the earth is television.
It has the properites of making colours darker.

Model T is a room with the lock inside–
a key is turned to free the world

for movement, so quick there is a film
to watch for anything missed.

This is Cars.

But time is tied to the wrist
or kept in a box, ticking with impatience.

This is Clock.

In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps,
that snores when you pick it up.

If the ghost cries, they carry it
to their lips and soothe it to sleep

with sounds. Amd yet, they wake it up
deliberately, by tickling with a finger.

This is a Phone.

Only the young are allowed to suffer
openly. Adults go to a punishment room

with water but nothing to eat.
They lock the door and suffer the noises

alone. No one is exempt
and everyone’s pain has a different smell.

This is the Bathroom.

At night, when all the colours die,
they hide in pairs

and read about themselves–
in colour, with their eyelids shut.

This is Dreams.

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