children swinging limply on poles like drone ants we all file in and tumble out. the starched eyes never notice the machinery running and humming along, forgotten as long as it works,  until it doesn't the starched eyes never notice. but i come tearing through the tunnels shouting my silence to all that refuse to listen; i am overwhelmed by the humming until yes! i am part of it, i am consumed by a whirling buzzing machine who knows my number, and i am the machine! i tear through the tunnels once again, light passing me by as i run my circuit yes i am finally free! no more sorrow, for i have a routine, a schedule to keep, and the backsides of buildings i pass to please as i run in a linear circle. alone. for i feel the jerk of the engine! i share the machine's number! we're moving now!hold tight.please.yes. onwards!-screaming my paranoid android silence to all unborn rubber chicken voices in my head into an empty tunnel to which there is no light at the end.

and everything is finally in its right place.