A MAN AND HIS MACHINE

EACH step a decade
each sight a century
inside my machinery
i watch the world
go by | bye
all i ever knew
into a stew
of light and
dizzyingly time
lessly struggles
i see a snail trace
as bolt of lightning!
a fetus flowered into
an elder
and the sun grew blue
as the skies melted –too
and some THING moved
not of flesh or born
by birth –>a new
someWHAT-thing beyond
imagination
as the clock ticked-
tocked a year of
255093 AD says the
last human!

:: 08-01-2015 ::