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Jul 2019
it's building itself and building up from the ground
the only sound is the sound of machines,

I have dreams within dreams of machines making machines,
a nightmare of spare parts within a nightmare of no living creatures,
machines chiselling features of machines which are the creatures inhabiting my dreams,
and sometimes, the screams of machines giving birth to machines in the worst of my dreams seems unbearable.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     S Olson, Terry Collett and victoria
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