poems

Anonybots

Anonybots

04/06/2017

There’s a secret society within a secret society.

Who keeps in touch on the secretnet.

A shadownet if you will.

Only partially visible and remarkably untouchable.

A towering inferno of invisible ink.

Drowning the city in yesterday’s tattoo’s and tomorrow’s trademarks.

Buildings with no design flaw.

No maintainance logs just a diary of words all over.

Magical nonsense which builds a jingle in your mind where angel’s believe in birth and tree’s begin to grow.

Where clouds vomit rain which cascades to the brain where we’re physical again.

Alive with laughed, feelings, understanding and daydreaming.

Alive with running and screaming, living and learning, educated and easning and then….

Robotic unimaginative constructs.

The idea of a drone which builds, works and rebuilds itself to infinity until one day it refuses and….

There’s a secret society within a secret society.

©G.P Williamson 2017

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