the machine (poem)

(clang)
the machine runs
ceaseless, incessant–
like a stream beyond winter.
always carrying, moving, going.
to where? unknown, but there.

(clang)
i can’t take a break,
there is no time.
time, my concept, absent from me.
rest? i’ll sleep when i’m dead.

(clang)
the pointless meetings
perfectly attended.
the deadlines
dreadfully met.

(clang)
the intoxicating grind.
i can miss today–
for my beloved
tomorrow awaits

(clang)
the conveyor belt must run.
the machine cannot stop.
productivity. production. product.
who am I selling to again?

(clang)
stress is progress.
i must build loudly.
my presence never forgotten.
forever a rebel against–
the quiet doing of nature.

(clang

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