Saturday, February 21, 2009

Count My Heed

Captain screams "Retreat to safety!"
Evasive maneuvers engage in me
Training embedded as part of you here
Our hearts give out, our bodies fear
Responsive actions rule us now
With this we are blind to the sound
No past kept for memory's sake
No time lost when we awake
Our world is not what we should know
A shutdown threatens mechanical throes
But for now we break and I am lost
Maybe our hearts are better off

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