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


A machine with human influence

Infinite collective

All culture blending into one


The Xbox One hummed to life

Status: Online


This poem is about: 
Our world


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