Rumbling in the ground
and movement in the air.
Blasts, like cycles
of destruction and creation.
Sentinels stand guard
at the crucible.
What is,
what was,
and what must still
come to pass
are forged within
this vast, cosmic machine.
Red slashed horizon
under a blue night sky.
Constellations fill the firmament,
as the bots
scamper about.
Everything sets about its purpose,
of making
and unmaking
us.
Constructing the sunrise.
Executing the perfect night.
Manufacturing the Earth,
rendering it
in perfect definition,
while the users
remain unaware.
DJR – 2022
