The gears in my clockwork heart
St-st-stutter and cough
Twisting, wrenching, straining
To turn back to our normal
"Click-clunk-click":
Our structured rhythm-dance
As clouds of rust-dust, lust-dust
Fly from my mechanized mind which,
Mis-wired, streams lifeblood data to my people processor
And my sights focus sharply on you.

Metal arms reach but are not seen,
Fingers touch but are not felt.
My mouth screams: "See me! Discern me!"
But the flat iron tone does not compute.
I say nothing that is real.
Nothing that is human.
You stand before me, unaffected
Frighteningly beautiful in your imperfection.

Kerchlunk.
The gears turn.
Oil: black-brown
Eases from my eyes.
Gun cocked, gaze steady,
We move on.
Ready.
Aim.
Fire.

Next victim, please.

I read it all the way through
My cybernetic code is a mine set to implode until my heart bursts through to you and
Although I know I learn in reverse in
My mind with words never heard it's
Best to let it go boom
Like I have no clue what else to do for you, so it's zoom
Or whatever, but bet it's even much better than an anti-bloom so

Click-clack, I'll be back
Yeah back to the past and right on track be-
Cause "off" is not for you and me
But when given an opportunity amidst all the scrutiny
I found it shocking to see nada blocking the tune of our unity
Now automatically, baby it's nothing and that is why I'll truly be

A liquid metal
The one on another level
The one that'll never settle 'til our love isn't under pressure and
And with a punch to my chest it reforms for another us
But better
So let us re-wire me in dire need of
Of love's red letter ink from
The depths of my Red Sea

Oh and that's neither a low glow nor a slow growth
But a high blow
Reaping what we sow
Only absorbing their bow and arrow

So here I go
Now look at me and see how it shows as I grow
My deoxyribose flows like a Rambo on 'roids
Talking and toking a Tolkien prose a
Token story that goes to the hearts of those closed I adore
Because I call for you by your door al-
Though you always make it my shore so
Know that I'll be clothed naked like before
Restored down to the core
Words from my world girl and now
We'll encore the reform, it's

This liquid metal
The one on another level
The one that'll never settle 'til our love isn't under pressure and
And with a punch to my chest it reforms the rest for another us
But better
So let us re-wire me logically like chess pieces it's
Whatever sits in peace in love's red letter ink from
The depths of my Red Sea
The depths of the Red Sea
The deep Red Sea