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Mechanics II
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Mediu
out of the piston’s stroke
and of the wagon’s flowing
over the oily rails
there is always a weak echo bursting forth,
a metallic lament of the molecules
only the mechanic knows
deep from the shelter of his loneliness
that the inside of the machine
holds back the voiceless wail of the matter
after the tempting shape
of his soul
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