Michael Strunge

(1958 – 1986 / Denmark)

The Machinery Of Night

Slowly the night is charged by the city's lights.
The star buttons blink
and on the moon-screen the first images can be seen.
Oh, I am lulled as on a steamer,
a heavy express train through the dark,
fly high in the Machinery of Night.
The clouds of dream-steam
whisper whitely to the earth.
The Machinery of Night works away, absorbing human souls.

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