The Machine

Seeking a cure, he swallowed a machine,
And felt pangs of nervous animosity
Fearing his stomach could not coexist
With the complex mechanism
He changed his mind
A moment too late

The machine coarsely descended a path to his core
Painfully expanding the passage
He tried to vomit the device without success
The entrance narrowed and bruised
His gag reflex was not strong enough
To cough the machine out

Feeling the transformation inside him
Strange wheels and misplaced levers
Unknown cogs and mystic sprockets turned inside his belly
Their mysterious functions transformed
Each motion into energy and light
Until his tears dried and his coughing ceased