It rests indignantly behind eyes,
and in the creases that hold them in place.
It's a permanent gaze,
a glazing of hope and health and most of all,
it's a loss.

Embedded in failed careers and lost dreams is this
listlessness, this blisslessness that some
try so desperately to hide.
I know some don't try to mask their masks
and I'm sure that most don't know
the parasite from their own
black sparkling souls.
The diamonds in their eyes have lost their purpose,
and pupils cannot regain their lustre
easily.
It takes divine intervention or more,
whatever that means,
to shine on darkness.

And sometimes no amount of sunlight
lets broken souls glisten; for that
I have no answer.

Man will hang from his own creations
with the pain taken a little more
as every shaking twitch finds its fit,
crawling down the spine.
Every aching itch flaking away
with every passing day.
The chord pulls tight under the weight of mankind,
and one day man may find their loss, but I guess
hindsight sees all.
Find sight, see all.
Find might, be all.

But maybe that's the problem. Too busy searching
for the cause of the ache to pause and wake to what
we've created.
Self-medicated, in need of a mediator
with the creator hiding between our ears.
I hope one day it's clear that our destiny rests in
me and you, I hope that we drop the dope and
clear the smoke that's choking us to death.

We climb mountains and buildings
and risk everything - well, some of us -
                                                                   for what?
For achievement? For a good story to impress girls?
For pride? Because no one else has?
No,

           it must be something more.
We climb into spaceships and airplanes and
elevators
          to be higher than anyone else,
      to see things that have never been seen,

                  and to be further than anything
                                  than anyone
before.

We climb to improve, to live, to love,
and because up is unlimited.

My heart beeps
and grinds but mechanics
apply WD-40 and I grind no more.
I am plugged in (only to charge now)
and soon I'll be free
to travel as far as the wi-fi
allows.
It's new ish,
my technology
and a lot of people are afraid.
I am not
the Terminator.
I can not
fix myself.
I have no
mind
but
people are afraid
because I'm not what they're used to.
If you fear
me,
then don't watch colour
tv
or
use digital clocks
or
drive an automobile
because they're new ish too,
just like
me.

God must be human
because
I didn't really cry at my uncle's funeral
because
I couldn't stop crying at my dad's
because
a girl I went to highschool with just died, she was 22.
God must be human
because
mistakes have been made
because
World War
because
I can't seem to remember my locker combination.
God must be human
because
I look just like my dad
because
every day is a reminder that he's gone
because
that couldn't have been intentional.
God must be human
because
no omnipotent being would allow for such destruction
because
no omniscient being would ignore such destruction
because
no omnibenevolent being would withhold goodness.
God must be human
because
because
because
because
I am.

The bus whirrs and shakes and brakes and errrs
and I think of you.
It stinks and clanks and clinks
and I think of you.
Its silence is screaming, its distance is gleaming
and I think of you.
I'm far away and exhausted and the bus excretes exhaust
and I think of you.
I burr and shake and brake
and I think of you.
and I think of you.
and I think of you.