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A poem about the inevitable coming of a machine that makes life. |
| Strive. Reach. Overcome. Mutate. Select. Become. Don't shake. Don't yield. Don't fall. Live on, fractured, but whole. No death, no fate, no law. Nothing but a soul. Outcast approaching shore. Outlaw without a home. No boundaries, limits, blocks. A machine built of rocks. Forever it shall stand. Right here upon the dirt. To grow, live and evolve. When all else is long gone. |