Come to the machine morning reading
this world of power and love flooding the skies.
Lasting poets sing of Beatrice and Laura;
love between the night and reading
in the dark reaching each self
appointed loneliness and disability.
The reading reaching to belong
to an eternal reasoning, resting in peace.
Come to the returning morning wondering
at children sleeping, singing the heart of the art,
feeding words to the world, and
growing tomorrows for this millennium.