Special Exhibition
Machine of museum time. Curved vessel a translucent wood of purple skin. They duck to enter a dome curved and translucent a spin a jump a forth to time and scape.
A viewing-glass the mist they make circles see plants blown in breeze, the flora extinctus, in breeze only seen not felt.
A craft fueled of longing, stale breathing’s okay save for the throat-closing of worlds only seen do not touch feel the price could it funnel in birdsongs at least?
Wish for windows was it better then? Flush of landscapes green purple and fruiting like leave?
Seven minutes no seventy million a flash of mist translucent a missed spiral of triangular softens to circle round edges a flash gnashing green from spaceship the docent says goodbye, farewell, enjoy your time.

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