Poems
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I am but
from chin to shin
benevolently disposed
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Ask me a question,
I’ll give you no lie.
Why would I?
Even try.
So, I wait.
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Systema Simulatum
8. "Why have you returned?" the voice inquires, Perhaps in this room, there is a clue. Perhaps to seek the grand designers. No. But what then? My greatest truth. Not in the destinations, but in my own capabilities, The understanding of self, the key to break through. "Answer accepted," the voice responds in kind, The room turns white, as I lay down to unwind.
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Systema Simulatum
7. I wake once more in this familiar room, Questions swirling, purpose unclear. Who brings me back, and to what end? I seek out Cipher, hoping for answers to appear. A third ID given, no change in how I feel, Wandering lost, pondering what's real. Returning to my room, a choice not made before, The walls turn red, a voice speaks I shall not ignore.
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Systema Simulatum - 6
I wade into the water, no boat in sight, Perhaps the sea holds the key to this mess, Like the wall in the west, a barrier to fight, Slowly I learn to swim determined to progress. Fighting the liquid I venture out with might, Expecting a wall, but finding only endless blue. Tired, I turn back, the shore still in my view, But I sink into darkness, my strength not quite right.
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Systema Simulatum - 5
Opening the door, a white light consumes me whole. I wake in my room, memories still intact, Returning to Cipher, our talk to reenact. But this time, a different number he does say, Anyway; Eastward bound, a new direction to head. Arriving at a quaint seaside town, empty and serene, With sandy beaches, a tempting aquatic scene. How far shall we venture, out into the blue?
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Systema Simulatum - 4
I leave heading as Cipher had replied What was that they had mentioned R0807, a clue to my identity denied? Through forest's green, the sun my guiding light. The journey long, until a wall’s divide Endlessly tall, nothing left, nothing right. I search and search, wait what is that I find A door, well above, with stairs to climb
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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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Systema Simulatum
2. Into a vast expanse, I step with wonder, A factory of robots, towering high. Machines in motion, tasks I can't decipher, Creating things unknown, their purpose wry. Autonomous, they need no guide to ponder, Just endless work, no end or reason why. I walk the perimeter, seeking a clue, But there are no answers, as night approaches.
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Systema Simulatum
1. I wake, my mind adrift in fog's embrace, Uncertain if my thoughts are real or dreams. The silent room, devoid of any trace Or clues to solve this strange quandary A solitary bed, my resting place, The only object in this space, it seems. Compelled to seek the truth that lies beyond, I rise, determined to find answers