the roads need sweeping,
the curtains, they wave
the sea foams away
the stars out of reach
into the night we travel.
all that we take away
from beauty, paintings and mountains
music serene, stinging silence
laughter of children,
a ball bouncing away
on wet green grass, remembered.
A step in, a motion blurred
your "eyes" roving, hands shifting,
you case is painted white, you move on creaky gears
speak predetermined words,
and i wonder..what makes you this?
not real but more than a "thing".
You evoke feeling in me,
from you, my being rejoices in the real
and so you become part of the real
you robot, ive felt you,
felt for you.
felt for you.
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