In my darkest days
and most desperate dreams
I held to the center
of this human machine

Inner echoes came from the clashing beat
of a painted copper heart
bent and twisted from a scrap metal sheet
torn from someone else's parts

Boiling pot of a gut
rolled in heat and fire
and the glowing frame that was cut
Singed hot with desire

Every joint and fitted pipe
tarnished in a coating green
turned so hot and nearly white
pouring out with steam

As you danced on gilded bridges
in light hearted fancies; your life a boon
you may have checked your own hinges
if you saw me rocket past the moon