there
in a field of rotten stars
gleaming and visceral
primed to operate
it is robot
with great robot
we proceed through aisles
of wonder and doubt
and wipe clean the slate
of impossibility
trust the soul of robot
feel the weight of robot
break the seal of robot
blend the ways with robot
jewels of irrevocability
fears collapse
hope reigns
a symbol of mechanical bliss
emblazoned upon the scorched sky
a place
a time
a dream that manifested itself in
the golden grim reality
of robot
we are clear for robot
ensue
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