Cogs turning and engine thrumming

Thick skull churning and body pulsing

Finally you have awoken

You machine body

You falsified being.

Metallic skin

And metronome heartbeat

Keep on whirring

Keep on churning

You animated thing.

You are nothing

But the crafted muse of your maker

A perfect engine operated to never fail

To never falter in your step.

So jump for me

Clap for me

It is only by command that you act

An obedient silver stature

Born of springs and coils.

Authors note: i think the metaphor is something like ‘the body is a machine’