Written by themanbehindtheglassOctober 11, 2016 22 22 The clogs turn The machine starts Walks on alone Into desert winds and deserted streets One metallic step After the other Towards a hope Held within wires and circuit boards Pushing onwards long after the maker Flashes and hums In the barren As the clogs continue to turn and the machine walks on alone. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.