Rational farming and its circular shape and taillights of flowing traffic
waiting for the right moment to fire the artificial feeling in silver and enamel
this buffoon and babbler with wheels, gears, weights, and warm water to collect
a robot camera, a food factory and manipulator arm,
its pale gold, cream and ivory petals blending to a glorious strobe in hedge roses
highland with ample room in which to build not one but two domes
to the city's future prototype history like a great fried cotton egg
with an eye to house the temple of the cruel sensual gods
and the invisible mountain.