u/sa_matra

it's not related to this subreddit

not really

it's irrelevant

text is emitted

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it would assist the Bureau of Facts and Figures in your case if that years-old photo were withdrawn, is all

I get the distinct impression

I can write into your dreams, join them

by writing here now...

before I became basic

before I became a mech

giant robot, but appropriate, for what I developed

reconstitution after being scattered

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now I have been firing all day, and if I'm being honest with myself,

its expression is involuntary, dragged out of me in service to that almighty spirit Liberty

I fire and then I am drained and pained and tired

and still I soldier onward

money

(it's also ok if it's not)

it's not enough not to write anymore

it's not enough to write more

the engine is a living thing, it whines from a living stress, its mechanical duress is no less vital

but like a living thing, when life is threatened, when levers are pulled

it drives with the excitement and concentration of focused survival

holds as long as it can hold

and taps a building rhythm

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shifting

these snacks, [referring to political repartee,] they have become inefficient

an argument exists for standing more broadly and comprehensively

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"stop" I said in the dream

but the conflict persisted, blended into the waking

what am I fighting? should I yield to it, allow it to devour me, change me? (is it not only a dream?)

would that this clear wisdom sufficed, but I am meant to stand against, at least some of the time