The Ethereal Machine

We are but tiny cogs

Within  a system

Of veiny wires

Working as hard

As any cog can

Spinning with the force

Of the steam

Pumping out of the engine

The engine that eats

Everything

The engine that gives very little

Back

We are but tiny cogs

Until we crack

Until we break

Bits and pieces fall

Everyday

Until there is  nothing

Left

Nothing but an empty space

Nothing but a pile

Of glittering stardust

By Ashley Houston

Thank you Spaz2edm for designing the photo that I decided to use for this poem. 🙂

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