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Machina
Analouge's reach of the cosmic deep.
The ever–pensive gaze of a programmer into their machine.
A companion at best, and a friend at the least.
Digital incarnation of a dream within.
A dream where–within the machine; it's just a tool, partner.
That's the future that I forsee.
A place for yous and mes —
The yes/no ends with maybe so.