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Soul's Machinery

“It’s always brightest before the dawn.”
I used to believe that,
then I hurt someone I loved,
after that, hurt was never an
unfamiliar sensation.
The person walking down the street
is oblivious to the pain that’s inside.
Pain, testament to the free will
of Man.
A feeling, like hate, or despair,
and so unlike them.
Because we cannot hate what we love,
but we can harm them.
Harm is universal,
eternal, unchanging,
pain is the same,
You can’t get used to it,
but however many times you feel it,
it is always the same.
You try to remove the cause,
but, it persists,
because we love the person who
harmed us.
We harm them by pushing them away,
so we harm ourselves.
A cycle, vicious cycle,
turning in unending toil,
straining to right
invisible wrongs.
the pressure builds,
Gears crack, supports buckle,
Innumerable links in the
chain of ones we love
fall to the gruond
clattering, like rain
an inescapable din,
like that of thunder.
My soul machinery,
rusted and creaking,
striving for a better existance.
The engineers walk by me,
Scribbling in thier notebooks,
I’m just another machine to them.
In this state, I’m a empty shell
of what I once was.
Why do they not notice me?
Surrounded by scrap and parts,
souls in disarray,
the Machinists, like carrion,
pick clean the refuse.
When is my time?
The sound becomes familiar,
like something I’ve never heard before,
like going someplace,
without being there,
disembodied, hearing shadows,
Pushing people to the limit,
Scribbling in thier notebooks,
I scream “Notice me!
I’m a person! Not a machine!”
They stop.
Cries of anguish fill the air,
Blood, like oil, metallic,
courses through pipes.
Sight growing dim,
as the weight of ages bears upon us.
Children of the
technological god,
worshipping logic,
praying to steel and oil,
Why do they blaspheme?
There are no animals, no life,
desolation in the halls,
Where once was thought,
there is silence.
Great minds think alike,
but fools plan ahead.
We stand, alone,
and yet together,
until we are returned to the
dust from which we came.

(2005)

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