imperium machina

Bright light through curtains
Beams of tomorrow shining through
Liquid gold overflowing
Pressing effortlessly onwards

It hurts to look
and see
blinking rapidly to adjust
arms crooked above head
Open yawning maw

It may be noon now
Somewhere else
Here we remain in artificial stasis
capturing glimpses
via microscopic glasses

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