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Endless thoughts Plugs, black, white and grey Tangled masses of cords Like snakes only they don’t slither D Link and multiple switches A keyboard They go into things, and Out comes this An image on this screen How does it get here? Where does it start? Can I talk to God through this machine? Maybe that’s all we are And this is just a microcosm of how it all started |
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