the mechanical god
has fallen into
disrepair disuse
as shinier objects
take center atage
as the digital age
swallows the world
in an opaque blue
that dulls the senses
of sensory overload
the last gear rusts
in aortic spasms
sheering
the pin that kept
the world afloat
awash in ones and zeros
the new overlord
hoards data
like the finest wine
in vast hard drive heavens
Are YOU writing or is it the typewriter?? Because it sounds like…. clickety clack
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Help me.
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You got yourself into this. It’s what you wanted…
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