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Friday, December 20, 2013

In The Machine

In his chamber the answering and questioning machine
Was blinking, blazing, grinning and escorting like a robot.
This remaking of the hazards concurrent, expected more
Than just dramatics, hundred percent was the motto.
A bearing of the wooden leg boarded on the shuttle
That listened too usually like the spacecrafts of ancient nature.
A lot of lights! A lot of death! So that was a book
Instead of the volumes always in existence,
The robotic camaraderie inflicted the totality
So inherent, that cultures forsook each other.
Naveed Akram
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