Machina Ex Deus Poem by Ella Veyes

Machina Ex Deus



Can’t document this destiny
the buzz, the bug, it pulled the plug)
This time piece doesn’t fit in me.

The sky beneath our feet
(you never learn, it’s carpet burn)
Reverse, repeat, delete.

Daddy’s loser, mummy’s chicken,
Kill it, baby, if it’s kickin’.

The mirror’s watching me
(scatterbrain, far far too sane)
Conversations with the TV.

Copyright your favourite dream
(system-psyche, don’t breathe alike)
I found god in my Machine.

Autopilot, somnambulist,
The only file I ever missed.

Monochrome broadcast radio
(head up, don’t sulk, I’m just your luck)
Don’t you wish you were in limbo?

My cure for immortality
(logic or love, truth’s not enough)
Ready, set, reality.

Mechanised, numb and drunken,
I told you, burn it if it’s broken.

Real-time never had much allure
(clockwork curse, wound up in reverse)
Paralysed forever like never before.

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