The Machine Part

It's been happening lately. I'm discovering a technology of what makes me tick and applying these learned principles as if I were a machine. The poetry knew these rules but I have just learned them. There are strange things that excite and frighten me, that pass like air when they are finished. These are not real, come from the hell of whirling memory. But now I know to use them unashamedly. There are levers in my heart that can be flipped with mental fingers, things that remain secret in life and reverberate with embarrassment that could last beyond death.