I am a whole machine,
physical proof of the universal laws.
I bend, I break, I bruise,
I eat, I ache, I arrive
a miraculous conglomeration of
fluid, cells and happiness.
On the map of my existence
there are roads that lead to
heartbreak and signs that point to
nowhere. The levels are coded in
shades of ambiguity and prayer.
I pray for an exit strategy, but
there are only stairs and an
arrow mark pointing down –
Big red dot. You are here.