Now I lay me
under diode eyes
of watchful solemn
robots, gyroscopes
cemented in space;
neither close stars the flash
of motherwhite ,
nor a seraphim
but smoke
from a motor;
the world
I inherit shall
not be
kinder.
No noise.
Designed & engineered.
Eyelet erectors, toy fevers.
Please protect us from the
future,
its sterile smiles, pieces & parts,
toxic biologics:
"that's just how it is."
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