Ghosts of existence
Drool upon the floor
Neither here not there, we
Daydream in our dreaming thoughts
In notions of mock oppression.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Whirring, clicking, human minds
Our mechanical mindsets
Bent upon ignorance
And self-destruction.

Bump-bump, bump-bump,
First - second heartbeats collide
And intertwine in the myth
Of metamorphosis, machines
Built upon fulfillment of biological imperative.

This is no beginning.
This is the final cut,
The ending of an old tradition,
The conclusion to the event in the
Timeline of Transition.

Alec S. Poetry, 2009-2010. All rights reserved.