What would they think of us, looking down from out in space?
Not that we're much different, than other men, and other times.
The time of the heartless tin-man is coming, truly unstoppable.
Long we have suffered in the flesh, but soon turns a new chapter.
The future bows down to no man, but it will for the man of metal.
Then when from above the world will look in perfectly good order.
Like the beautiful circuit board face lady, who stares in the mirror.
For in the holy book of mechanical man, the gospel clearly states...
"Never will a heart be practical, until it is made unbreakable"!
date:1/26/2020
Sending a boulder size clue with your name on it
specially marked package to the nincompoop
coming down fast from above
it's falling from the sky
gonna squish you like a bug
your silent treatment and attitude
opinionated, authoritative, ridiculous fool
everyone can see that all you are is rude
retract and coil up the power chords
unplug that man before he overloads
maybe puts a glitch in the circuit board
sending out this boulder size clue
be on the look out
this one's for you
She vibrates, a chassis minus shock absorption.
A painting, the nude descends a staircase,
rings of Saturn etched in a vacuum tube.
Or Eniac of twisted cords and switchboards.
She isn't programmed to see light beams
spraying through the trees,
nor silver bearings of morning dew.
There are no bees plunging like pistons
in the flowers, no circuit board on the step.
She climbs the jamb as a bot returning to its task.
Monitors flicker as nanoseconds pass unnoticed,
but the galaxy ends at the lintel.
She's a child of Mir, suspended upside down
in a universe where falling isn't death,
but the failure of electrodes.
Then silent as a dead star she descends.
All drives cease functioning.
She is still as a scarab,
the light years casting sand dunes on sphinxes,
until legs spasm as though coding
a final matrix for iron butterflies waiting to be born.
Initialise >
Under that lid
Lies a labyrinth, glistening
Made sturdy by steel
Perched on an alien-like platform
A circuit board, if you will
Weaving in and out of this entangled metal mech
A perplexing network of cables, the forefront of future tech
Where electrons are trapped, stored on an endless grid
They make up the rules, for this systematic procedure
Infinite possibilities, no humanity to hold them back, no morals to forbid
It wizzes and whirs, primes itself during the boot
Archived processes, numbers; everything it must compute
Upon the completion of this Frankenstein operation
For us, it is reduced under our obligation
there is value in your faith you only need to see
that now is the time to power up your God currency
when you overload a circuit board the electricity will shut down
as you have too much stuff plugged in and there's not enough currency to go around
you need to unplug all the negative things that are damming up your power flow
pull out all the anger, the bitterness and the hurt which is burning down below
stop using up all your energy just by being mad
power up the goodness of God and start living life glad
let your faith and trust in the will of God be your ultimate power supply
let the light of the Lord power you up and keep you spiritually high