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Beyond lost

in a world of steel and noise.

The soil is tangled wires.

The trees are made of rods and panels.

There is an eye within an eye

watching every angle.

In the beginning

there was flesh and will alone.

At the end

there is only hollow ritual

and meaningless

words of praise

for the things we have made,

and the ways we have changed.

A cold and exact set of standard parts.

By tusk and talon

they have come,

with iron tooth

and razor claw,

with silicon fist

and cabled mind.

They have come

to take us away from ourselves.