Grey start to a downturn
When you've left the rest
behind your present, the now
so far gone. I live within
the past and this hazy dim
future, subletting my attention.
And this swordridden place
America stretched from sea
To see is a gift. The shades
drawing rapidly against
the sunrise. Leaving us here.
You see, I'm no stranger to scorn.
Gentle gazes notwithstanding.
I've placed my faith in machines
Teach me, I said, with emotion.
And then they did.