Assembly Line

 How can't you feel?

i feel the cosmos

pure and simple

the burning

building

stinging pain of desire.

Who is the broken one?

Who is buried?

i am no golem

like you choose to be

you and you and you

you come off the factory line

like all the others

one dimensional

in every way

you may look like art

but you have no soul

and bore to no end. 

i am dead clockwork

you are inanimate

clay