22

22

The clogs turn

The machine starts

Walks on alone

Into desert winds

and deserted streets

One metallic step

After the other

Towards a hope

Held within wires and circuit boards

Pushing onwards long after the maker

Flashes and hums

In the barren

As the clogs continue to turn

and the machine walks on alone.

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