Building the Machine - Tinyfish

In different ways —

All the scattered things manifest themselves

As greater and greater intelligence

Removes the choices one by one.

Like a virus, reproducing in a human mind like a wasp in rotten fruit.

Images so horrid, they cannot override the process of creation.

This thing is real — it is real!

This thing made of thought is as real as you

or I!

The reverse side of a jigsaw puzzle, the film that runs backwards,

splitting the atom with a chisel;

these are all crude references to the things

I feel whilst I’m building the machine.

And I ask — what will be the sign of its completion?

Now I am the fool;

following myself down carefully mapped paths,

turning and turning, a martyr to trust and continuity.

It’s the same wish —

In the same mind —

For the same goal —