Gears in Motion

Gears in Motion

Eyes burn, dry skin irritates
internal clock imbalance

Wasn't I here before? My memory insults me
Hours become tangled in the incessant gears
that slowly turn at one second intervals

Colors merge and blur my senses
A wall of thick, gray matter
surrounds my universe

I seek out chemicals
to erode the great barrier
Acid bubbles and corrodes
but is washed away by pain

The system begins to fail
paranoia, dissension among the ranks
thoughts clutter, boiling liquid left unattended
communication with ground forces lost

Instinct fills my soul with hurricane winds
like the snap of dry trampled twigs
With clarity I fashion hardened footholds
scale the wall and escape the machine

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