The Machine

The machine it sits behind my house at night its eyes dimmed and its power dormant it sits at peaceful rest until morning As I walk toward it its fire stirs the smoke gently falls from it as I slide into the seat it welcomes me with a low growl from the heart of this metallic beast I guide it out onto the asphalt it knows what I want by my touch the eyes come alive and it sees the open expanse before us I feel the purr as I sit completely encased by its metal frame the moment comes just before the dawn our senses mesh our hearts match the same rhythm our eyes open at the same time the machine is me I am the machine our hearts both rev at the same instant we seek the same thing I hold it back for a split second then like a greyhound out of the gate the pedal drops i feel each gear connect its feet itch to run and it spins in place it spins so hard the machine can't stay straight as we go sideways the moment comes again when all that we are comes together as one in that instant it gains traction and freedom at once in this moment I am no longer flesh and bone I am metal and wire and fiberglass in this moment this singularity takes flight we never leave the ground but I always remember the sound of our hearts beating as one completely immersed time seems to slow and speed at the same time our brain acknowledges the danger and it is working so fast that I think about how much time it takes to react and maneuver even before the signal for my limbs and the machine's to move this speed and slowness combined can play tricks on my mind but to this day WE have never faltered I hesitate but the machine doesn't the machine hesitates but I don't half man half machine together much more together we are a team together we fly down every back road of this county my car and me