Machine

by kangarooseamstress

Soon the world will whir and puff, for the world will be – machine.

To its very core, crafted by humans, for the world will be – machine.

The very substance of which it was once made, now makes it. But in a very different way.

It’s molecular make-up deformed, changed shape.

From minerals to materials, the world will be – machine.

No space, we become rats. Genetic variation. No face, we become trapped.

Cogs and turns and welding and smelting – 

Our lives moulded, for soon the world – machine.

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