MACHINES AND DREAMS

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As dusk dawns upon my conscience in true tsunami form,

wrought iron pikes persist like metallic maniacs,

searing hot as they penetrate my brain.
A glowing golden illumination grows.

White hot heat breathes life into red hot thoughts,

heavy eyelids melt into a blanket of darkness

Gently driving away the deaths of the day.
Slipping in between  realities, automation seizes me.
Blood turns to steam, whistling condensation at every orifice.
Hydraulic hoses align nearby my spine,

regulating proper fluids to the rhythm of the aortic chamber.
Drifting instinctively into a robotic state,
my half consciousness contemplates the
relationships between a mechanical dream
and the ascension of the Midwestern fiend.

Metallic moments seize like a disease,

warping like waves, convulsive groans last for days.

As corrosive components overtake my galvanization,

plasma progressively oozes throughout existence,
conveying toxic impurities towards  inner oblivion,
towards electric death by reflection… they shall go.
Blood grown bones, convert to iron honeycombs
wrapped in wire, humming with defiant overtones.
As steel encircles, I free fall into robotic rigidity,
dreaming and slithering into magnetic mysteries.
Computers create code controls to carry on my continuity,
while my spirit escapes the internments of this prison,
temporarily touching the lights of truthful reality,
low double D-cells recharge in a sulfuric hell.