New Age

We had forgotten our prayers to the machine.
When we woke it called our names,
and nothing we said or did mattered
unless we were entertained by fake glass
which were miraculous mirrors to no where
and no one really knew how it all worked.

So we prayed to the machine for love
and a billion human animals stared,
like empty headed cows chewing cud,
forgetting what it is to feel skin
crash through the sky against crystal glass,
april snows melting on the way down.

So we prayed to the machine for life
and it gave us absolute abundance
so what is there left to do now but sing praise?
Hail the endless fog of lights
And let us grow the machine,
to meet the needs of the growing machine. Amen.