Tuesday, April 17, 2018

When I first met you, with dreams in your heart.

ideology springs, under blue skies and marbled things
they tangle a home in your eyes
well-observed fires came
trends made it rain

We'll never be apart.

technological progress perfumed everything
labor productivity rising, we laughed in pain
searching for a vast-like space
to catch a storm in your heart

The robots are just getting started.


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