The short in the automaton
Allows it still to dance
Intermittent voltage makes
For shutter speed romance
It's light-less strobe hypnotic
So beautiful to some
Is prone to oxidation
The gathering of scum
How profitless the pirouette
How uncanny the sight
Queue it for disassembly
And make the next one right
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A breakdown? You broke it down skilfully. Technology gone rong..rong..rong..
thanks dave : )
...or fix it! After all, we are supposed to be about repairing and reusing these days, aren't we? 😀
It matters your definition of fix. Of course some people might say it is not broken at all. But, we don't build the world with those people in mind.
Ah, I understand your poem better now, having read your reply above. I now read "profitless", for example, as critical of a narrow, economically focused valuation of a person's worth. Yes, as you say, perhaps it is not broken at all.
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