MOTOR AND MOVEMENT 

 

 

Man or machine;
stable steel
or fragile filigree,
spinning through space,
through this space,
life the length of a thread;
never knowing
how deeply the spool is wound.
Man or machine,
we motor and move,
we spin tales
and cross lanes
looking for the link,
the correct cog to coil around,
to lighten the toil
we are threading through.
Man or machine;
one turns
and the other is turned.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

HE TOOK THE LIGHT

 

He took the light
wrapped himself around it
as the rain fell outside
as the machine beeped
in the room next to him
the same monotonous sound
unchanging, unending, eternal

He took the light
held it to his body
as the darkness fell outside
as the machine beeped
in the room next to him
the same hypnotic motion
sounding, stopping, sounding, stopping

He took the light
down beneath the covers
as if light could conquer darkness
as if light could elevate illness
while all the world was sleeping
but the machine kept on beeping
calling, signalling, coming closer

He took the light
before the light took him…

 

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly