Robots May Arise

The respiration of the organic breed of robots

Electronically sleeping away

descending from a higher intercourse of time

materialized as leaves

Sparkles that arouse me

Sprinkles just above

Little waves, tiny whales leaving me behind

Allowing time to string before me

Passing by through serenades of peace

Leaving putrefaction all to die

Leaving interaction on mechanics to A R I S E. . .

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