My mind is gears and chains
Pulling and straining and churning
Always working, clicking, whirring
Blowing steam and sweat and blood
Producing its complex stirrings
Beautiful yet grotesque and strange
All suspended
Above a crystal clear pool
Perfectly still, deep and pure
Full of mystery and life
Chaotically stirring in its motionlessness
My soul
And the machine cranks away
Metal and sparks and glorious agony
Rhythmically beating like my heart
Hanging by the threads of fate
And my most solid foundations
Born in my soul, rising to give support
To all my thoughts, dreams, and imaginings
Precariously balanced
And the oils from the machine…
They drip from its twisting cogs
The doubts, fears, and pains thick and black
But reflecting the rainbow falsities
Of my supposed hopes and loves
Their false shells
Falling, flaking from the highest, strongest knowings
Shadows and mockeries
They land with ripples
To coat they water, floating in lazy black spirals
Covering slowly but surely
The shining light of truth
That even then eats at its undersides
In constant war for supremacy
And I am left to interpret
And seek release

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