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GOOD MORNING
I wanted to say
“good morning”
but the words
would not
come
and what use
are words anyway now
because this is
the world of
data, data
every facet of life
and self atomized
vaporized
boiled down to
data
served every which way
stripped of
human
meaning
void
of right and wrong
good morning
let me say
good morning
there is neither light nor darkness
where I am right now
just odd bits and bytes to
switch me
off
my program having run