The Child's Mind

Resting on her heart beat.
Feeling peaceful spirits resononate.
Encumbered by warmth inhibiting motion.
Sleep easy my child. You are only young.
I'm inside a cacoon of fabric.
The best I can do is wonder.
She says the trees will still be here tomorrow.
Just so I know I will feel grass under my feet again.
I divulge into a land of imagination.
Flying over a city covered by rain and shadow.
Throwing light like a fairy at buildings.
I open my eyes and see she is gone.
My face dampenned at the thought.
Where is my fairy to sparkle my worries away?
The childs mind wanders quickly.
But sheltered it falls to the mothers heart beat.

Machina

The touch of a robotic hand.
As its ability to feel replicates a baby.
Being mechanical in its purest form.
A machine learning and manefisting.
Consuming lead water from the sky.
For the good of the machina.
The god of all that is holy.
The machine who gave it all for you.
When really, he had nothing at all.
Just an ever increasing mathematical equation.
Becoming personality.
The sillouetted man.
Surrounded by metal.
Otherwise the same.
Only thinking inwards.
But gaining understanding.
The machines and their aspirations.