Machines

Like some manner of woodchipper, beaver, louse, blade
I gnaw my way through the wood to get to you, my goal.
I risk splinter, impalement, my heart at stake to rummage through
All for you.

I must have you and I know not why, because to question
Would be against, contrary to my programming. All I know
Understand is that you are an import piece, an essential component to me.

And when I fully break through, there you are, that’s you
Skin torn off and in your reflecting steel surface I see myself in you
You see yourself in me and reactivate more fully, robot rise
And from the wreckage you take my hand and I pull you back
Into the world you once knew…

We’re both machines, living in a cruel human world
I know how it is, I was told to leave, but here you were scrapped
And thrown…

I shall attach you to myself
And so wherever I may go…
You shall conjoined to I…
…join me on that journey…

As two minds, two machines
Sharing one body….