Shuffling
Shuffling
Shuffling
The endless
Shuffle

People yapping
Throats vibrating
Mouths moving
No recognition of the sounds
Emanating from their
Empty skulls

Clocks tick
Eyes blink
Hair raises
And settles again
Nothing to see here
No need for alarm
No apologies accepted

And then they search
And search
To no avail
That hole
Needs some dirt
And there's only one
Thing
Needed

Another body
Another warm, breathing, shuffling, yapping
Body
Equipped with only the most sophisticated
Of modern technologies

A brain

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