He is a creature of God,
made up with flesh and not Matrix code.
Endow with human emotions,
amount of calculations and some manipulation.
On a scale of ten, when eleventh time,
tenses do haunt and do not rhymes,
it petrifies,
to the twelfth of mine.
That started to live about 99,
because everything seems vestigial and even not fine...

~ 13.03.2020
11:16 p.m.



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