Under the melancholic weather machine.

The melody of this rapture
 

The weather striking 
Man made matches

 the 
White pine tree

The Washing obscured blowing 
on the breeze.
The melody of its capture 
The rapture 
Of the melancholy weather
 Machine

The camera obsessed 
Insecure at the Windows
 

The newspapers blowing
 On that tidal storm.
The skipping ropes 
Caught on that line

Your fist beating the ground

The melody of its capture
 The rapture 
Of the melancholy weather
 Machine

The melody of its capture
 The rapture 
Of the melancholy weather
 Machine

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