Machinery [Een dichter]

I mimic a heart’s movement
being moved
In an idiosyncratic, externalized way,

by mind power’s fuel
I demand, I command, me
my machinery, to progress

get going, a starting process
defined as to feel, to move
from a logically comprehendible,
binary like state: to feel or not to feel.

I move to, strive for
the latter
run as if for a tomorrow to come
a feeling needs to form

it my master, I surrendered,
to the self wanted, self induced
self created entity it is, to experience