Apr 5, 2014


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
No noise. 
Designed & engineered. 
Eyelet erectors, toy fevers. 
Please protect us from the 
 its sterile smiles, pieces & parts, 
toxic biologics: 
"that's just how it is."

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