Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Omar.

Under the rain, Omar stood.

It is such
a bolt to be programmed with senses,
and being mechanical with the mundane routine.

And this time around,
the subconscious fuse of hers has came to a wake,
A visualization of the
power was generated
and the abandoned city burst into lights
it was a quiet night
but it wasn't

One of being much capable,
to work and cut off dynamic circuits,
which wasn't suppose to be in the context
but was written between the lines of the manual

It wasn't suppose to work like this.
How could you deny yourself, my dearest.

No,
this isn't the case you'd encounter everyday.

Omar is not a cyborg, she said.




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