MACHINE

I am a mere component
Of a graceful machine
Gleaming
In the light of sunset

The wind is not moving against me
But parting for me Out of respect
For my nobility

I am the only thing that exists here
I am not moving
All else moves for me
And I merely wait

The setting sun
Gives way to the blackness
Of the void
The all-consuming dark

A blanket of coldness surrounds
A cold body
A cold machine
And a warm soul

A soul devoured
Slowly
By its cold shell of steel
Wire and silicon

The wind -
It is mournful
And I know
Its reason

The blanket of cold
Constricts
And the darkness of night
Bleeds into my wide-opened eyes

I stare head-on
Amazed and frightened
It is not death
It is reprogramming

I am a mere component
Of a graceful machine
Cold and soulless
In an empty void

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