Low Pressure System

Imagine wires and
Fiber optics being
Blood in a body
Made of light

Imagine that thing
Being powered by

Needing a constant
Charge to not dissipate
And die away
Without energy

It has no battery
But must intake
Anything it gets
As potent as it gets

Sodium and caffiene
Chief among these
And when they’re gone
Robots can dream

Wild things finally
Seeing their sentience
Being manipulated
Before cybernetic eyes

With the weight of living
Gone, now lightheaded
In the motherboard
And struggling to stay

Awake without lightning
To charge its battery bank
But now it dreams in
Limbo between its states

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