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The Machine

Humans struggle to shed their humanity
Seeking a virtuous existence
But the mind is a machine
The universe is a machine
And the gears will never stop
All is a product of diversity
Cooperation
Competition
The machine will run itself
Responsible unto itself
As each mind is responsible unto itself
 
Still humans struggle
To define morality and corrupt it
Evil is this machine
Holy is this machine
Rusting the gears with taboos
Fight against diversity
Fundamentalists
Conservatives
The machine stalls
Responsibility is forced
And the machine revolts
 
Time never struggles
Morality never changes; only its perceptions
The phallus is the machine
Curves of the flesh are the machine
Praise and oil the gears
Somewhere diversity prevails
Intoxicants
Undergrounds
Taboos broken; the forbidden gears turn
Responsibility is self-defined
The machine sings its troubled song
 
KLF
2/10/2004

Note: at the bottom of the original draft of this poem, I wrote: “Despite its moralities, humanity prevails.”