Mechanism Schism

Mechanism Schism

Waking one morning, you know you want answers,

So, you’ve finally come to ask the taboo question:

Who are the people pushing the buttons,

Who’s got their hands on the controls?

Where is the machine?

Your circle of friends shake their heads like you’re crazy,

Can some answers be found on a video channel?

Does your social network take you to new grounds?

Is one news purveyor more trusted than another?

Is there a machine?

Or maybe that new secret club spoken of in whispers.

Names are thrown at you, mystic identities unknown.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain:

You draw back the veil and there’s no one there.

You can’t find the machine.

They’ve played their sleight of hand within your mind,

Fed you promise and conspiracy, spinning you in spirals,

Dizzy with information that adds up to nothing,

Until you give up this time and go to work in the morning,

Which is where they wanted you all along.

You’re in the machine.

You are the machine.

Get back to work.

Cliff Lake 6/4/2023

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