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#7

I to be one with earth machine 

I to be one before fruit to fall 

I to find what I mean with clay 

and to coil my hidden fruit 

when are the numbers to arrive? 

numbers to be code 

code to darken water 

with electrical and with mechanic 

with my life root 

my smooth target root 

I to have to be to be 

consume I to be complete and red

and I to lead myself to edge

to the edge of man unreadable 

and coal and hydraulic

and I to drag the hills of ant 

beneath black the filter sky

I to the sadness of transport 

and I to the weight of rammed earth