Machina

The inferno has me lifted
to keep up taught as if a child.
But the wind is with me at
my peak I’ve traveled miles.
I twist and am contorted up
into shreds I am fed I dread
my side of the bed I was led
and now all is gone and dead.
Let me go let me bleed alone
here in the dark vale I fell.
There I drive my fuel fed
by the devil yes himself.
All victories I am so coy your
words wield like a gun a toy
my little fellow my scholar
do not be led as if some boy.
So I open the furnace and smile
heat on my face trace me friend.
From the end and all over we
can travel these miles again.

(Written March 12, 2021)

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