The Great Machine That Gives Things Meaning
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2023 4:14 am
The Great Machine That Gives Things Meaning
Is this what waking feels like? I cannot
distinguish it from dream. The chain of cause
and consequence is broken and the great
machine that gives things meaning has begun
to fall asunder. Big things have no weight,
and little things weigh heavy. The entire
planet I walk on separates from trust
and is made strange. Familiar faces loom,
they’re saying words that I will not forget –
the treasure-house of memory is turned
to a new purpose. Should we chance to meet,
remember my condition. I have not
forgotten you, forgotten manners yet.
You note my dreaming eyes – for sleep has caught
my chambered mind. I am not free to wake,
I walk through town a prisoner in broad
all-seeing daylight, and I might as well
be in pajamas and tucked up in bed.
Is this what waking feels like? I cannot
distinguish it from dream. The chain of cause
and consequence is broken and the great
machine that gives things meaning has begun
to fall asunder. Big things have no weight,
and little things weigh heavy. The entire
planet I walk on separates from trust
and is made strange. Familiar faces loom,
they’re saying words that I will not forget –
the treasure-house of memory is turned
to a new purpose. Should we chance to meet,
remember my condition. I have not
forgotten you, forgotten manners yet.
You note my dreaming eyes – for sleep has caught
my chambered mind. I am not free to wake,
I walk through town a prisoner in broad
all-seeing daylight, and I might as well
be in pajamas and tucked up in bed.