The machine rests
Not the rest of a day well worked
but that uneasy thing that smothers a soul uncertain
cogs, powerful
engine, fed
purpose, stolen
it thunders through the tumultuous day
to all appearences
fine
The machine rests
Not the rest of a day well worked
but that uneasy thing that smothers a soul uncertain
cogs, powerful
engine, fed
purpose, stolen
it thunders through the tumultuous day
to all appearences
fine