Polished steel and gears are nice to think about:
perfectly aligned teeth that churn and whirr
and an immortal hardness, enviable, sure!
I would act his part, following on sidewalks
beholden to the android pied piper,
I imitate his rigid joints, and pivot-walk
as if to say nothing but "I am" and none
would do me harm, though they try.
But the mind that makes me pliable
to metal dreams of silvered-sleek
seems only to come home wrapped
in this imperfect heart of me.
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