A twilight glimpsed through a visage faintly,
Awaiting results from a far away machine,
Slipping codes through random pathways,
Hear them ping so quaintly,
Interlacing on your television screen

Raucous sounds fill the outline,
Momentary pauses to cut between the scenes,
An image floats so freely,
Beyond the bounds to what cannot be seen

It asks you briefly for monetary gain,
Asking questions with no answer,
Your glued eyes mute to all the pain,
Rusting spokes must peddle faster

Metal soldiers storming through the alleyway,
Introducing coldness to the ground,
Praised collectives call for them to stay,
And wrap our souls within the sounds,
Of wordplay