The Human Machine
The Human Machine runs loud and constant;
Drowning out the quiet voice of God and nature;
A global edifice running on the fuel of man’s attentiveness;
Binding the matrices of purpose and time,
In multiple levels of intricate human architecture.
Sometimes it raises it’s voice,
It’s presence is lost on children;
Who cannot see or hear it;
Yet faintly feel it's vibrations;
Coming up through the ground.