Taking a stroll just to feel the day

leaves and wires were playing like children.

lighted walkways to guide me safely

the glow more perfect than sunshine.



And off to the side,

the sun in my eyes

the electricity was just music.

The traffic flows,

an orchestration,

this river reminds me of something.



There was time that  I could have felt

safe in the sun.

A beggar princess to shade the better 

parts of my mind.  

Caught in the lamplight

frozen in space,

this machine could just fill me.



The beginning of beauty and all 

that I hoped for.

Surely mistaken?



There was time 

when I was just worthless.

Lost in ideas

that destroyed my very soul.

Oh the folly

in that thinking!

Machines are the true children 

of god.



Man's only virtue 

building, destroying, waiting in sickness.

Our only children

a progeny perfected, inherently mistaken. 



When I wish upon a star and wake up

where the clouds are far behind me........



This machine could be the beginning of beauty,

but all I once hoped and thought,

for I was surely mistaken.



The machine in my eyes.

The machine esoteric, lover, held me in shackles.

And all my original thoughts and feelings

are skewed and disparaged.



Open my eyes!