where’s the machine
that builds dreams
out of systems failing
the songs of ailing people
witnessing injustice
three miles to whole foods, using coupons
discounted living
ripping at the seams
where’s the machine

that builds dreams
over dead bodies left in the street
yellow line. homicide
cases dropped like shells from police
standard issue pistols + protocol for skin
under the look away of government
conveniently blinded
policy makers who’ve never lived
where murder is sanctioned with ease
where’s the machine

that builds dreams
through an identity lost on ships
beaten down to microscopic pieces with whips
trolling
chains that keep us
scrolling + comfortable
posting
posing for cameras
hosting parties instead of gardening
feasting on screens
“dream-like” illusions
we keep producing broken humans
stuck. cookie cut
type-casted for the scene
where’s the machine

that builds dreams
with doubt
alongside “figuring it out”
in minds that are conscious, aware + streaming
struggling with the truth + scheming
an algorithm to find mechanisms outdated
erase + replace them with something greater
a machine
that cultivates dreams out of everything
composting prejudice + distraction
with self-love + interactions
with new people, new places, new scenes
by all means

it is necessary
to code fast
temper glass + close ad
reel watching. real fast
digitally feeding on real trash
side effects loading
coasting. covering ears
strengthening gears with limited exposure

learning to think in dreams
confronting any impossible thing
with faith, questions
+ courage to fuel investigation
a sophisticated machine of imagination
the brilliance beneath pain unseen
an innovation of hope
in becoming the machine
that builds dreams