Single Duty

Hearing a click in my shoulder
I am reminded
I am just a mechanical object
With other features thrown in
As bells and whistles

Getting caught up
In the sound of the bell
The throw of the whistle
The shape and pitch
Allows everything to get lost
Get found
And get lost again

Spending a lot of time here
Can make you believe in god

As machines
It is easy to see
When we became animals
And when we lost the instructions

As creatures in space
It is harder to connect
With the origin of things
Most decisions are task based
Completing things takes precedent
And a peaceful wave washes over
Recedes
And washes over again
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6.25.10