Machinations

A room is a nation is a cosmos
Careening from a technology overdose
Modernity returning to primality
Infinity achieving a finality
Carnal and mortal and out of control,
We kiss the lips of the holes in our souls
The industrial backlash of a corroded society,
The evolutionary mishap of man as machine
Grasping the ends of our hold on our sanity
We’re torn apart by the monsters we dream!
Eros and Thanatos and mechanics
Perceptions and reactions in a panic
Rotting flesh draped on a skeleton of steel
The screaming on TV is the only thing that’s real
As soul-hungry landscapes erupt in our skin,
We search the outside for what’s trapped within