An industrial mechanical sound,
Indicating replication in the masses.
Churning out the nameless.
Inspected for defects.
Lying dormant,
Tombs, cells and rooms.
A little different but the same.
Futures earased an cast away.

What'd the philosopher say?
Without regards to.
Meaningless equations,
Ponders existence.
Mathematical sequence.
Identical to the mold.

Machine like by creation.
No desire to be.
Consuming and constructing.
Never questioning.
Infinite line of assembly.
Increasing the sound.
I like the way this seems to embody the contemporary technological culture that we are experiencing today. At least, thats the way it reads to me. 10/10
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