The ghost truly lives in this machine.
I am startled by its presence daily.
I walked to the end of the world today
And all I found was a sleeping stone.
I threw it back to God
and asked him to wake it up.
Collecting skulls will keep the universe
enthralled.
The dark paint on cave-walls
believes in my futility.
What Crow knows is more than I can
ever say.
Crying to the moon?
Perhaps I am just in love.
I will transcend time and space
before death slaughters my nuclei.
Hope with me, mankind,
that only we might develop night-vision.
Hovering souls and whispering ghosts
gather around my knuckles and ears.
I see the world.
I can see it move through space.
C.E. Kane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deus-ex-machina/
