DREAM MACHINE
brown words
white words
red words
blue
green yellow white
orange crimson purple too
a matter
of rhyming
a matter of timing
a machine
for mixing, matching
throwing words
together
a machine for throwing
people together
suspect as they are
as they might
appear to
you
better by far; infinitely better
than machine
that divides, keeps apart
keeps that laser
on the line
cutting through steel
through bone
one glance
one look
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A sharp contrast between two machines: one playful, generative, weaving words and people together in vibrant, messy connection (despite suspicion); the other coldly divisive, violently separating with laser precision. The poem champions the chaotic, creative, unifying “dream machine” as infinitely preferable to the destructive force that cuts and isolates. It finds beauty and hope in the act of throwing things – words, people – together.
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