at the base of the window, not the tops of the trees.
The steampunk sun and the regular one
animate her heart that is wound with keys.
Steampunk bird, lonely trifle
wheels and sits in interpretive fits
her gears all meshing with teeth all threshing
the odious this from the marvelous that.
Steampunk starling, nobody's darling
but God's if mechanical God may be
she sits in the gloaming prevented from roaming
an ornament for Master's library.
for Dverse Poetics: "Passions Stamped On Lifeless Things"