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Beyond lost
in a world of steel and noise.
The soil is tangled wires.
The trees are made of rods and panels.
There is an eye within an eye
watching every angle.
In the beginning
there was flesh and will alone.
At the end
there is only hollow ritual
and meaningless
words of praise
for the things we have made,
and the ways we have changed.
A cold and exact set of standard parts.
By tusk and talon
they have come,
with iron tooth
and razor claw,
with silicon fist
and cabled mind.
They have come
to take us away from ourselves.

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