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The Silence Is Never Empty

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The silence is never empty.

Prometheus perched at an accounting desk is
Offering a heartbeat in return for a saner existence
And a handful of gears, ticking and clicking and tapping.

If only the eagle that comes to purge your body
Far more frequently these days than you'd prefer
Was not your own hand, pale and fragile and shaking.

Fingers curling clockwise around an oily scalpel,
Trunks of music and novels and things you once loved
Forgotten like so many joys, sanity and safety and silence.

Your gift was once intelligence and for it you suffer now
Perpetually forced to rewire a failing body and not miss
The things you are replacing, muscle and flesh and blood.

The silence is never empty for a clockwork man.
I had to write a scrap of something for my online creative writing class; I'm amusing myself by writing all the assignments as thinly-veiled fanfiction.

This one was required to contain at least three references to a Greek myth, I chose Prometheus ([link]) and decided to shoot for a Ples-inspired poem, guessing from the standpoint that perhaps there are more gears than muscle beneath that waistcoat. =MrPuddleDuck helped, as always. :heart:
:bulletblack: Ples Tibenoch belongs quite thoroughly to the beautiful :iconvert-is-ninja:
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DesdemonaKakalose's avatar
Funnily enough, it reminds me of an HP Lovecraft story... I'm forgetting the title...
Damn.


Anyways, that shit rocks bro. ;D