Inside state muddle middle moved must, Outsides great Expanded plan thrust.

Rust ridden superstructure scaffold crushed, Loud sound and dusty cloud caused fuss, Gust of fresh air breath wind begin, Activate grin allow spin cogs to lock, Machine ghost, dream host, attracts much luck, Golden gears grind away the lust that I lost, An with the last of the lust as said first I must, Convert it to trust in the thirst for the thrust, The thrust that gives birth to the worthwhile verse, And at last the use of the muse is proved, She sends me a spark from that invisible plane, A spark to kick-start my electrical brain, Which explains the change of the reference-frame,