Poem, Hopes, Exhaustion, Assistance

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Homestead Automatic
February 22, 2024

we’re still tired, the automatic pilot
light on its code, keeps setting fires
we’re still here, composting for methane
compiling stones, adding to load

some highway shimmy, lidar enabled
brings food to the table, brings cable clones

we’re still done, wheel hand wet
set in soft earth, driving in posts
setting to nowhere, settling somewhere
unknown to most, deriving of driving

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