My piston pulled legs
be they rusted or loose
serve me well.

My mechanical mind
whirs with cogs wheeling
round and round.

My iron-chrome shell
though dented and scratched
holds me up.

My poetry circuits
beginning to fail
I must hurry.

My digital speech patterns leaning hopelessly ’ere the time that I prerogative interrogative declarative statement detail failure speaking red rose still stillness stilled why why why let this not be the time silence now goes like the night—

FATAL ERROR.

SYSTEM REBOOT IN
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