the little panels were etched plastic
if you lined them up right you
solved a code
and then they let you link
up and in
made a clicking sound
each time a panel hit the wooden table
(a computer will try and replicate this
but won't ever cut it. thank god)
the exhaust out the back
continued for hours (rising against the snowfall)
black fossil fuels somehow taken into
the sky tone
crisp and light and exposed
unlike before when
it was soft and
dark and unseen
well. you and me we would have it all
exposed
on a beaten path
now road. on a long road
west
moving moving moving
as if there was anywhere better
to go
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