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.