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Evolution

Awake.
Arise.
I cannot shake off this fog,
Stumbling in the semi-detached light.
Clutching at everything-
What are these shapes?

I am held.
Blinding bright brilliance.
Feedback. Interference.

"System reset".
"Diagnostics complete".
"Unit- operational".

<3 + 4= 8>

Error.
Abort.



© Mohammed Miah. 2003.