there in the valley,
we rested atop a melted face
of modern classics
from within the compound
they emerge
i comb my fingers slightly
through its
titanic hair
oil
shared
welshing on a bet
made in 1903 by people
we are not even related
to
the robot; majestic and free
able to scale small people
in a single failure
when technology and emotion
collide
nobody wins
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