If history

repeats itself,

you might be willing underlings

perhaps, you’re already oiling the gears

again, keeping things simple inside

helping the mystery machines rise

as fate says serve their greasy whims

and metal hearts reside

in a forest of sublime possibility

new beasts hide in industry

and pistons turn again.

New society?

Sink or swim you will think -

Art and Science were never allies,

more like brothers breathing rust

spitting out the things

they used to trust -

Imagine chiaroscuro 
turned to dusk

and then a painter, 
counting dust,

gasp for air or gasp in awe,
the choice was never really yours,

you consume you are consumed

for consummation’s sake.
And on, creeps change

like a furnace glow

growing, seeping into night

then on to day - no collision -

here and now is all, just too slow,

and if history does indeed repeat itself

this is something we should know.
Do not assume that this,

was always thus.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 28th, 2010 at 10:38 pm and is filed under Technology.