Machine Poem by John Prophet

Larger than can be
contemplated.
Older
than can be
grasped.
Encompassing
everything.
Movements
that cannot be
understood.
The machine
controls
all.
What we,
mere specks
call the universe.
The unfathomable,
beyond our
comprehension.
This machine, but
one in an infinite
sea of machines.
How did it
all begin?
What turned it on?
How many
iterations?
What's the point
of it?
Where will it
end?
We, as currently
constituted can
never know.
But,
changes
are afoot.
If we make it
through
what's to come;
we may
finally
come to
know.