Machine Parts

The world turns, and I—left a witness. A drone disconnected from the hive; lost, and yet…whole simultaneously. The machines circle around like orbital lights. A glimpse of eternity in that night. Too quick, only entrails remain in sight. I am not afraid. Yet, I reluctantly still; observing time through a glass sphere. A world full of apparitions, and I a lonely reflection of the whole. The turn of the wheel is so precise—its mechanical. Parts moving to the order of things like mindless parts. The wheel turns. Tick-tock, tick-tock—the sound of moving parts. Their turning more alien than the lonely…