Drone

Daily poetry

Glassy eyes observing, recording dusty memories –
saturating the vibrant canvas with grey.
A scribe jotting down meaningless inputs, to be tested and graded for trash bins.
Wandering the halls without consciousness, bumping shoulder to shoulder with other automatons.
Gold, once abundant, evaporating into fine grains, never to be recovered.
A cry to return, to recover all that’s been lost.

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