Experience leads me to the edge and trust lets me fall again.
Spinning all the way down in this delirium—this abyss of chaos.
I’ve been to this place before, yet the weight of it still leaves me overwhelmed.
This time I’ve landed on my feet however, and I am not daunted.
There is a strange comfort here now—comfort in the fact that I am now content to make this place my home.
Darkness turns to light and I begin to see more clearly the moving parts—how the machine operates.
My mind urges caution…move slower this time—
because I still don’t know if I am strong enough to avoid becoming part of it.
Numerous parts move subtly, in mechanical motions, still with only a hint of predictability—
I’ve been to this place many times…studying…plotting.
The machine drones on hypnotically and the more I press forward…
the more difficult it becomes to concentrate.
There is so much noise yet so much of it is meaningless.
There is no real escape from the machine—this is just something that has to be endured while it functions.
Perhaps a sabot?
Written by Matthew – 2015
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