Pawn on the Universal Chessboard, Pt. 4: An Automaton Adrift

Birthed across nowhere to ride the moon through phases.
 A cracked clock face nervously ticking away the night.
 Carbon back to carbon back to repetition upon repetition
 Repeat. After me.
 Are you a little lost, robot?
 Take my hand now,
 let us remain astray.
 No more invisible chains for this wold, I can tell you.
 Howling with the moon whilst riding its decline.
 Waning not waxing, as ever.
 Have you a penny to gird the carny man wasted amongst your secrets?
 Tiring out cliché upon secret?
 My hands are tied here; but the one mind is held by no head.
 Heart leading that blind down bone-raw pathways.
 Once we've devoured the sun and all is said and done,
 no more paths to navigate; silence out cell mate
 riding the whirling serpent across bleak skylines;
 watching as the final worm turns and turns and turns
 ...turns and turns
 There was light.