"The avarice of an incarnate machine"
If Union Blue was here--they'd sing it better; regardless:
Spirit spiraling in the passionate, human machine,
Like nuclear engines morphing me amorous and plenty keen,
Yet the crystal-hued calm from Spirit when focused on inside
Magnanimously spawns me a glamorous, pseudo-Saint's ride--
I share welcome synergy with my singular spouse,
And I purify with crucifixes my old ghost house.
