The man,
a blank stamped out by machines in Japan,
modified
rectified
passed as suitable for use.
Empty then topped up with interactions 'til blocked up,
plug pulled.
Re-issued
replaced
wires encased in
vanadium.
Faces in the auditorium,
murmurings in the gallery,
a star explodes in a distant galaxy
I know how it feels.
Every random seed feeds leads leading into the core
and the core is what blanks and men are made for.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
The man,
a blank stamped out by machines in Japan,
modified
rectified
passed as suitable for use.
Empty then topped up with interactions 'til blocked up,
plug pulled.
Re-issued
replaced
wires encased in
vanadium.
Faces in the auditorium,
murmurings in the gallery,
a star explodes in a distant galaxy
I know how it feels.
Every random seed feeds leads leading into the core
and the core is what blanks and men are made for.
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