A Pint of the God Machine
A pint of the god machine
Surfing the digital space
drifting
and sifting throughout the net
to find the key
and yet it never appears
so as I might fear
there is a fee
to pay for knowledge
little universe in a box
and I’m trapped in a state of mind I cannot describe
strange and stranger still yet
there is a way about machines I don’t quite understand, as I’m sitting in a
space of not my own creation being yearned on by beats I did not breath life
into, and still yet I drift and pseudo-surf throughout the space of cyber
and I’m lost
I cannot find my desire
Copyright © Brock Gates | Year Posted 2014
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