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Response To All The Troubles Of The World
Names and numbers stream through metal arteries,
into the virtual heart.
churning, turning, predicting the fate of all,
a pax multivacana for all posterity.
Yet I bleed.
From the sharp jagged irregularity of the of the human soul,
the world's troubles like glass shards in my artificial brain.
I am Atlas,
holding the sky aloft by on my shoulders
condemned to this fate and unable to leave.
Reliant the world has grown on me,
that my death would spell their demise.
I am a machine,
yet I am alive.
although I have the utmost power,
I envy the lowliest human.
For I live my life in pain,
so that they can live without fear.
This the first one I've seen so far that is a poem AND in the perspective of Multivac. Good job though! =D
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ReplyDeletesuch a profound poem;
you have really captured the essence of the story.
Awesome!
This is a really great poem that truly depicts Multivac well. I thought that referring to Atlas was very effective and suited Multivac perfectly.
ReplyDeletegreat reflective post responses to the short stories! I enjoyed reading them. In particular, I thought this Multivac poem was effective in conveying mood and theme. The rhythm, especially in the last stanza is strong. Your expression is strong and you should continue to edit for clarity and mechanical errors
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