He makes a steady sound inside
Like a million computers
Whirring in a
Concrete room.
His veins form a
Steel infrastructure
Unconcerned
With pumping blood,
There’s no room anyway
For gray matter has invaded
Each cubicle of space
Oh so efficiently.
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Monica
Are we all headed in this direction?
jacsprat
I hope not, but some days it definitely seems like it.