Batteries Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Batteries



Alas, all things must end,
For as the electrons weave their way
Through the matrix, they send
A different charge, but in the end, decay.

Until the batteries slowly return to an evolutionary state
Where all is at rest; the human is upset
For now the device doesn't work, even if you charge and wait
Communication is done, game, match set.

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