The Mass Transposition Engine

it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
The brace of its walk was a thunder
And the thunder of its walk was its pace
Ungainly and unstanding in race
But kilter and over, over and under
A lightning pace for a thunder.
And a thundering sound of a race.

As tall as a city and unyielding
Its unworldly and uncomely grace
An unelemental without a face
And a crusher of all who were fielding
Wall and city found unyielding.
For them was found no more space.

A jagged being cut from a nightmare
Of a low resolution mind space
A square pixel its anatomy trace
Though far it seemed to be right there
To see it move was the nightmare
To forget it an untimely grace.

None were found would stand athwart it
It moved as a god with no face
Two legs and behind not but waste
What heart had power to transport it
For he who would dare stand athwart it
Its unfathomable Engine would face.
a postscript is here written:
This originates from a dream.

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