Machine

Aloof, we all mingle, form a machine,
Our touch steely and cold, oiled and sheen.

Electrically charged magnetism works,
We are bound together, nobody shirks.

Tightened with nuts and bolts together,
It is the purpose predefined that holds together.

Highly precarious, it can catch a fire,
If any willful passion amongst us emerges
– Obviously, an outlier.

craving

our “craving for pioneering”
can make us primitive, medieval too?
longing for the days gone by
when our body and soul rested in balance
when hands held stones
threw with will and capacity
small ripples that they made
in the seasonal pool was far more rejoicing
than the trained dip in a polished waterbody
– Archimedes dancing naked and free
and Newton on a wasting apples spree

but were body and soul really ever in balance?
isn’t that inertia?
craving is not being
being inertia
craving is what destroys it
and leads to becoming
it is an urge to balance
not balance itself
that defines the human pioneer

it’s a producer’s craving
not gluttony

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“The thing called Medievalism shows a craving for pioneering. To be sure, the direction in which that craving turns itself is toward Earth itself, which is near and which has the precedent of a great past. But the vision of worlds beyond is a similar something and the romantic can turn to it easily….” (Daneel Olivaw in Isaac Asimov’s The Caves of Steel)