stuff of age and life
and moving,
unable to quantify,
unable to move forward, simply clogging up
the mechanism
listen to the choking
sound of an engine
that’s got the colic
welcome to the system,
(I hope you like it
here)
the gears they don’t
work sometimes
and the smiles you see
are only blinking lights
on the surface
nevertheless the machine
moves on
to a destination we don’t
have pinpointed yet