I wouldn't sail this ship if I were you
An engine of sweet forgetting; a machine that has a meticulous name but we are not quite sure what it does even though things go in and things come out; that machine that is pushing up the daffodils; a machine that dances when no-one is watching; a machine that binges on snow and sleeps it off during the summer; one that is always watching; a paralytical engine, cogs-down behind a bush; a speak-your-secrets machine; one that tidies all mess, and the causes of mess, and the causes of the causes of that mess; a machine that crushes the simple dreams of biscuits; a hoping machine; a device; one that wears a mask to disguise its lack of face; a donkey generator; one that ends rain and spouts tomorrows.
