Sew me a Machine

signs from a heap,
chords around typewriters
I sit here lilypad;
take a jump and sprocket 
into places that aren't yet wistful:
unyet made
with unyet made bed frames
and unyet made wallpaper
inspiring unyet breathed out 
gaseous humanities,
us planets made of toads
and organised socketry.

shake your hands,
I'm with gravity
I might take up storey buildings
and day over to mendicancy
in frames remindent of 
somewhere you can knock
to hear an echo.