A Machine's Purpose

Homestead arrival and

Another greeting by routine

The plan laid out

Simple and clean

Speaking with a thousand global voices

Yet immobile by man’s dues

Heroism through mesh culture

No discrimination

Knowledge of a nation

And of many more

Yet it has never been

And neither have I

A reflection of man’s imperfect perfection

Our games are a pastime

Not a necessity

We each compute importance

Mirrors holding mutual stare

Our coding wills it so

Organic clashes with metallic

The gears churn gently in its mind

The box welding them internal

Eternal

A machine with human influence

Infinite collective

All culture blending into one

Humanity

The Xbox One hummed to life

Status: Online

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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