Machinations

1.

Swallowing the hopeless and

the helpless

When the innocent is

consumed, the machine

is transformed.

2.

The allure of death with its promise of peace.

3.

For spirit’s execution we chose the guillotine of a religiosity not realising that spirit cannot be severed, only suppressed and temporarily banished. As with the banished, outlawing spirit only sets it outside the moat yet it slides like song across the water to the lonely ears of soul.

For soul’s incarceration we chose the prison of a materiality. To contain its escape, we have harnessed it to the yokes of utopia. But like slaves made martyrs in all ages, soul hitched to myth still rings out, bells chime its presence even through tedium.

For body’s disposal, we choose to submerge it in the machine, hoping to gain power and not realising this is its negation. But life-force animates even the wreckage of machines, transforming them into food and structure for new life.

Will the next self be a weed, virulently sprouting un-planted and un-planned through the machinations?