For here I am,
A cogless, meshless, automaton,
And left all of you that mattered back upon empty seas,
And strewn over darkened hills,
Here I am,
Bone dry, bottle empty, fireless.
A pair of hands is all you are now . . .
I am just ordinary people in extraordinary situations. I need not have a “clan” or
“credentials” or even a great deal of training.
I only need the Will.
NO NAME-NO ART
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