Infernal Machine
Memory is as fallible
as an infernal machine.
Our movements, magic tendencies,
will go largely unseen.
And to the contrary,
not to be mean,
we all fell for it;
with it's contradictory means.
With these crumbling genes,
I'm counting my beans.
Throwing away my dreams
like lint from the drying machine.
Take a hint from the crumbling beams.
Had a stint with the vilest themes.
You learn to fight your way up the stream.
Instead, affix to what thou deem.