Rainy and foggy, a sleep inducing mist covers the land.
From the bracken,
Enticements in hand,
Metal voices call out to me.
Momentarily
These words I take on as flesh.
Besotted with them,
This sweet stupor,
I must indulge…
But deep down
My waking eyes yearn to witness
The truth that
Lives in a separate land from
The world of the machine.

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