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 The Machine of Time
The clock is ticking away the seconds, minutes, hours of my life;
Completely out of sync with nature, a mechanically created order.
The sun rising, the moon's phases, and the solstice of the seasons,
Have all taken a back seat to the invention of the machine of time.
Gentle is the order of nature, soothing us with rhythmic spiral waves;
Relentless is a clock's cold steel, creating the beat of industrialization.
We have sold the birthright of nature's natural order of our life;
The machine of time dominates our business, our worship, our life.
Millions of ticking clocks, machines created by mankind to usurp nature;
Now demanding their way, ticking out their commands for us to obey.
Long gone is the gentle sun entering, awakening us into a new morning;
Now we have the ringing, buzzing, chiming alarms of the machine of time.
Beginning the day in this state, forced into this prison of created time;
Wiping the sleep from my eyes, driven to caffeine, sugar, or amphetamines.
Nature cries for us to return to her rhythm, gentle and loving are her ways;
Hoping for the silence of the machine of time, for it's rust destroys my soul.
2Nov09
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