Masses

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Oct 31, 2022 

Masses.
Machine.
Organism.
Writhing
undulating
beast.
Organic
machine.
Disparate
pieces,
cogs
melding.
Melding
as one.
Building
the beast,
machine.
Roiling
mass
riding
the wave.
Surfing
the milieu.
Crafting
the realm.
Drawing
on creations 
elements.
Churning
machine,
designing 
reality.
Bit by
byte.

 

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