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First Steps of An Automaton

The rigid automaton, enticed by music, breathes:

Gears whirring, metal organs pumping oil.

 Its little body an organism of man-made intricacies.

It creaks and jolts, motes of life suspended indefinitely.

 Gears whirring, metal organs pumping oil.

 Machines dream of bigger boxes.

 It creaks & jolts, motes of life suspended indefinitely.

 Springs and bolts crack open, iron feet arising.

 Machines dream of bigger boxes.

 One step for a machine, one big skip for automakind!

 Springs and bolts crack open, iron feet arising.

 The whirrs are no longer reality.

A step for a machine, one big skip for automakind!

The grass outside is soft; such contrast to metal boards.

The whirrs are no longer reality.

Soft chirps blend into harmonies, carried by zephyr.

The grass outside is soft; such contrast to metal boards.

The rigid automaton, enticed by music, breathes:

Soft chirps blend into harmonies, carried by zephyr.

Its little body an organism of man-made intricacies.

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Time, Adrift

At 2:46,

my dog came for desperate licks.

I crumbled at the fear 

of asphyxiation coming near. 

Muffled, the neighbors are

ensnared by the water’s lair.

At 3 AM of the Devil’s Hour,

No sight of nature’s war.

Of clashing lights, thunders did.

The howling breath sang of earth’s recede.

The break of dawn.

Muddied remnants, trees unsewn.

The gales had asked me who I am:

To which I replied, “No place, astray.”

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Bio:

Ze Manaois is a 21-year-old enigma. Aside from writing, most of his time is spent running around and managing theater productions. He loves the world, no matter how much it disappoints him. You may listen to him more @ze_riyan on Twitter.

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