Week 47

This Machine

I wrote the words in about 10 minutes last night and I'm not super proud about rhyming "notion" with "ocean". I honestly don't know where this stuff comes from, but I'm happy to keep plowing through. 5 more weeks to go!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, FRIENDS.

THIS MACHINE

This machine is poetry in motion
This machine works best when it’s broken
This machine is something to see
This machine is me
This machine is

This machine runs 24/7
This machine keeps working when it is sleeps
This machine is guaranteed to break down
Eventually
This machine is me

Information - it is a notion
I cannot wrap my head around
Information - it is an ocean
I cannot jump into
Lest I soak my circuits and burn out

This machine’s uncertain where it came from
This machine’s just a lever for some fulcrum
This machine no longer hears the soft hum
Of its own energy
Stored potentially
This machine is me

Information - endless abyss
I wipe my data with a kiss
Information - endless kinesis
This machine is helpless
This machine is jealous
This machine is me