Sinking into the convoluted recesses
Of steely angled passages
Measured in decreasing micrometrical gradations
Toward a limit whose nadir
Meshes with polished hexagonal facets
Where shiny oiled surfaces
Torque out light and shadow
With a regularity proportional to
Its rotational speed
Divided by the petty demands
Of inertia and will
And varying degrees of pressure
Wresting power from coerced perception
Or the apprehension of the unanticipated
Next action...
Clanking out
A cacophony of dull taps
Whose apparent randomness diminishes
With increased speed
Limiting analytical reflection
To that of a momentary reflex,
A knee jerk assumption,
And patented reply
Whose heterodyne beat
Repairs best to high frequency
Well beyond the human audio range
Where silence is not golden
But full of noise
Swimming free,
Unrestrained…
Outside the realm of Man
Whose sullied wake
And hungry heart
Gum up the works.
Yet he makes metal
Like the stars
And is expected
To collapse some day
Like a large sun
