​Made of stone, I’m weathered and worn.

As fast and furious life can be,
like a strong sense
of design waiting to be fulfilled,
life hacks and hijacks
what is left of me.

I become a programmer,
a designer of life’s foundation.

Soon I will become part of the static,
we call living.


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