The Severance Machine

I’ll meet you before 

the world wakes up 

when the blur 

of a long distant runner

seems as poignant as birth, 

when the hope for 

surrender is the day

I resign myself 

to the fact that I’m not

the only one in the world

failing to feel forced towards 

the force in nature that guides us, 

forever in wait of the weight that tips 

the balance between 

boredom and learning,

distractions blurring, 

the underlying fact

we’re all just 

cogs turning, 

churning

slowly being pulled 

from the machine

piece by piece, 

bit by bit

a resounding feeling 

we’re joined at the hip, 

spines fused together,

it was never supposed 

to be this way

the machines mechanics 

will eventually tether

and tear our ties, 

leaving us left to despise 

the social restraints

once forced upon us,

as the hourglass tips

we’re left holding 

the reigns of those

who choose to embrace 

delirium

“In God They Trust”, 

but he’s gone

withered away 

with the rest of us,

in the meantime

we’re all left clinging,

pining for something to 

take us far away from 

where we’ve ended up,

opposing voices tell me

there’s no need to worry,

I shouldn’t make a fuss 

before our time has come

the severance machine

would’ve come for us

with all cogs

turning,

churning,

pulling us

into the abyss

piece by piece, 

bit by bit