My eyes are
heavy,
waiting to
shut down.
The machine
that I am
hums into being:
a lifetime of
productivity and
achievement
kicks in.
But running on
a program
leaves nothing
to serendipity
or to hope.
Starting over
means flawless
repetition
for a processor.
I close my eyes
and will my dream
into waking.
(Oct. 1, 2009)
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