Mechanical – a poem

Mechanical acts, mechanical voices,

Boredom makes blindness,

Ants feeling their way strangely

Toward the unknowable cliff edge,

A journey couched in natural platitudes,

The mere beginning to a prelude.
Whose head is leant against the glass

Hears much, the eyes on the screen

Far less than what ants need.

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