The alarm
sounding.
The machine begs.
It yearns; it pleads
in bargaining to have
an audience for
the alarm
sounding.
I lock myself up in the
claustrophobic expanse
of the wide open forest,
but isolation serves
only to amplify
the alarm
sounding.
Neither ignoring can
absolve the quandary.
It drills and drones,
and life gets a headache
when it hears
the alarm
sounding.
It cracks the skull
Its power interminable;
its influence, perpetual
and the others join so
now all the machines have
the alarm
sounding.
The others do not
take heed, and it
burrows inside them
parasitic, it finds a home
in the complacent
and now the people, those who
have never heard it before,
also are
the alarm
sounding.
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