(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.
the machine (poem)
the machine (poem)
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.