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Variation
the rolling roving
mechanics integrated with sliding
over rough terrains rough like himself
covered in foreign materials
he swivels the area and sees
it is littered with plastic bags crumpled wrappers cracked
glass bottles unused fishnets dulled metal plates
everything is old and used and tired abandoned behind
thrown away because
the love in the world had run dry
but he thinks they’re fun
sort of like a puzzle
(he had read that word somewhere
but never understood what it meant)
years of dirt and dust rain from the lands above
maybe if he found the staircase then
he could visit the lights barely visible at night
it got better over time whatever that meant
pollution made them pack their bags
it wasn’t good enough
they weren’t good enough
life had ceased to exist
so it did at least here
maybe there was something else out there
maybe
so when a white oval shaped object comes
zooming out of nowhere
he is stunned and in awe
she is fast and on days when the sun is missing
she still shines glistening
all of a sudden he wants to hold for her
all the flimsy umbrellas he has
sit outside with the dropping degrees even if she is silent
he learns to steal glances at her when she is not looking
and every time the gears inside him whirl
he likes that although he doesn’t have a name for it
his screen gives him no answer maybe he is not specific enough
but he knows the towers he composed of disintegrated objects are all for her without realizing
since the beginning for hundreds of years
he isn’t sure himself
this
he wants he wants
(what does he want)
(he cannot think)
he s he i he g he h
sigh
no …. why
but
what
if only he can
what is it called what what
the name it is nonexistent but there has to be
((what is love))
i some things aren’t programmed i…
i want
other can’t happen
i want to
it’s not possible
i want … (( to know ))
((( i want to feel )))
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This piece was inspired by the movie Wall-E. ?The movie tells the story of a human-like robot through visual and auditory effects. However, I wanted to tell his story through words. And so I did.