wanting was idyllic

what she was wanting was
idyllic the ideas
peacefully etched and we stitch
the charter to the machine.

It was ours to move freely between
man, the
first machine that
suddenly woke and
studied the balance.

This was what we accepted
the apparatus we tested.

The plan was sketched peaceful
reviewed by the chiefs,
appointed behind closed doors,
hair turning grey.

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