Poems
Systema Simulatum
3.
As morning breaks, I find myself still alone,
In this vast factory, devoid of engineers.
Inside, ropes surround a platform of stone,
I step, my presence known, and a face appears.
Cipher, friendly yet cryptic, their name,
Back to my room or explore on my own.
Clearance lacked, my access is denied,
"Head west outside," they suggest, a path implied.
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Monday April 29, 2024