Would you dance with me through brightness? Would you follow me through black? For the sweetest damned time of your life— every dream within your grasp?
Would you ride with me through heaven? There is nothing down below. Take the hand I’m holding outward. Walk into my machinery.
Let’s go.
Velvet mouth carnival teeth painted horses breathing steam
Every mirror knows your hunger every window holds a dream
Tell the gate what you pray for watch it dress your prayer in gold
Every longing has a lever every promise has a hold
Right this way the makers made it just your size your private show
Take the hand I’m holding outward walk into the afterglow
Is that applause or pistons?
Does it matter if they move you?
One more light one more doorway
One more version coming true
Walk with me into my machinery Dreams fulfilled—enter here
One more turn and you can have it one more height and it appears
All you wanted waits before you always just an inch away
Walk with me into my machinery
Let’s go.
Truth waits outside the turnstile while relief comes painted white
For a moment nothing follows for a moment wrong feels right
Every memory stops screaming when the calliope begins
Every wound becomes a ticket every ticket lets you in
Hydraulics stammer under canvas metal stampers clack in time
Shredding wheels with no dampening make confetti of the signs
Behind the glass the faces gather
Hands against the polished steel
Mouths are moving shaped like prayers
Teeth take everything you feel
Is that a heartbeat or a hammer?
Is that mercy or a chain?
If the medicine feels holy why does everyone else bleed?
Fall with me into my machinery Dreams fulfilled—enter here
One more turn and you can have it one more height and it appears
All you wanted waits before you always just an inch away
Fall with me into my machinery
Let’s go.
Up the first hill slowly clicking
Every tooth receives the rail
Every promise pulls you higher every warning leaves the trail
Hands above you weightless laughter
Nothing underneath your feet
Then the summit holds you breathless
Just before the sudden steep
Down through every bright illusion up through every borrowed high
Roller-coaster gods beneath you painting circles in the sky
Around again the painted horses
Around again the midway lights
Around again the same beginning
wearing different clothes tonight
Now the gears are barely moving but they never really stop
Every second opens wider every bottom looks like top
There—the hands that tried to hold me flattened shadows in the chrome
There—the rooms I left behind me still pretending I’ll come home
There—the promises I buried turning slowly through the teeth
There—the younger face that entered still untouched beneath my feet
I can see it clearly
Clarity is not a key
I know every wheel and hunger I know every hidden seam
I can name the thing that takes me
I still call it what I need
Stay with me inside my machinery Dreams fulfilled—disappear
One more turn and you can have it one more height and it appears
All you wanted waits before you always just an inch away
Stay with me inside my machinery
Let go.
Look at me.
Still breathing.
Every fall has made me tall.
Every scar confirms the gospel—
nothing takes me nothing will
I have walked through every fire I have swallowed every sun
If the machine could ever kill me wouldn’t it have already done it?
Call the leash a lifeline
Call the cage a throne
Call the hands that keep me helpless the only hands I’ve ever known
Higher
Higher
Every warning falls below
I am more than flesh and consequence
I am—
Let’s go.
Past the money past the bodies
Past the names in burning lights
Past the lover made of mirrors vanishing from every side
Past the house I almost lived in
Past the life I almost chose
Past the hands still reaching for me
Past the mouth that never closed
Hydraulics stammer stampers hammer
Clacking iron shredding steel
Nothing softened nothing dampened
Nothing left I cannot feel
Higher
Higher
Paper kingdoms golden strings
Every dream remains before me tied to faster-moving wings
Higher
Higher
Nothing reaches nothing stays
All the future I was promised
always just an inch away
Stay with me inside my machinery Death fulfilled—disappear
One last turn and you can have it one last height and it is here
All you wanted waits before you always just an inch away
Stay with me inside my machinery
Let go.
At the summit darkness opened
Black luminescing epiphany
I thought my hands controlled the motion
The motion carried me
I thought the suffering made me sacred
I thought the fall would set me free
I thought I carved the monument
The chisel entered me
My memories became the pigment
My body fed the masterpiece
Every prayer became a purchase
Every wound became a fee
I was never making art
The art was making me.
Dreams fulfilled.
Enter here.
Come this way.
Walk with me.
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