Reverie
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A nameless machine churns around me
Feeding my whims and consuming my wills
Its gears are silent, just out of reach
Murmuring a twisted tale of convenience and profit

Ancient boundaries between self and selfless have dissolved
Now useless in a sea of once-latent desire
I feel comfort, but can’t see past the fog of my own consciousness
These moons wax, but never wane

What do you know of the outside?
Do the birds still sing?