The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man

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The big man,
a machine before cyberpunk
was robust, speaks of grander
and grander machines
churning out a conformiing
megalomaniac's tomorrow.
Our future in hands that
have no tactile sense,
which can only way gravity,
fades from red, white and blue
to bright greens in a world
without the Buddha. The Big man
grown large from chasing dragons
is so small on stage
bedecked in red - communal light
and a sense of awe
from those he could crush
in metallic palms. His grandeur
is wooden and size imaginary;
he is only as tall
as the stage which is upheld
by cheap shots and governing machines
oiled by hands they are cutting off.
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