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construct
leapt down
horse steppin automata
breaking guiding rails
and the groan of servos
to tilt skyward
a maw unanswered,
cloying the gods we might invent
dragged tablet-tonnes
in malcontent
what's worse
spit-wash the worth
in the hydraulic whine
drowned in the apathy
of deserts
of blowing grit
all until this body, unfit
fails
and my light goes out.
...Monday 5th June 2023 6:30 am
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