The Web Poetry Corner - Daniel Bradbury - What The Machine Sees
What The Machine Sees
by
Daniel Bradbury
I am a neutral virus
I am a mother's cure
I am bacon frying
I am charred & none too sure
that my curse is not my mind
I am a cathedral mirror
I am radio's unquestioning belief
I am fear of love & everything sacred
I am the never ending quest for relief
from the idea of immortality
I am all dust floating
I am what you love to hate
I am your lover's mismatched stare
I am everything in ecstasy that can't wait
to be set free
I am Justice's failure
I am the streets heartbeat rythm
I am all God's curses
I am soulful vision
of whatever needs to be
I am whatever needs be
I am whatever chance calls for
I am the pockets money troubles
I am the swift, cold draft under your door
chilling your bones at night
I am your vision of cloud trees
I am independant love of blindness
I am a child bending in the wind
I am a chance to charm all kindness