Purple Machine
A Poem
By Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago • Updated 3 months ago • 1 min read
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Numbers trickling down pages
A song of sages
Machine elves dancing through our minds
Yet, there is nothing to find
An enigma lost to time
As it all swirls together
Blood mixing with feather
All has come untethered
Red and blue smashing together
To build you
The impossible to find
The rarest of all
Lost between the victory and the fall
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Comments (3)
Nicely done!
Nicely done Atomic! 😊👍
Why must it be the rarest & most precious that we lose, while the ordinary & mundane vex us with their ubiquity?