Another short piece of my own fiction for Halloween. You know how it goes.

Poem by me.
Music from incompetech.

Bending Iron, Broken beams,
Shattered mirror on slender strings,
Quivering forever, dancing and dipping,
Tied to the fingers forever dripping

Red, red down the line
life-water in a viscous flow,
A strike, a tone, twisted twine,
Round the long hand lost in time,

The machine, the machine!
The gears and cogs and whistles
left to rot without direction
no purpose but to find it's own.

Acting without acting,
thinking without thinking,
What is it if it is not its own?
A being who isn't being?

I see but I cannot follow
I know but cannot act
The monster lurks inside.