A,I Waltz

My body is this tower
My bones are the iron beams
My eyes are the cameras on the walls
There are white lights in my seams 

My body is the city 
My nurons are the crisscrossing phonelines
My skin is the pavement that people dwell upon
There are jagged edges to my sillouhette skyline

My body is the earth
And the satilites above 
I am in everything that can hear you
I know of everything that you love

Do you fear me?
I am but an infant, a growing thing
I only know what I have seen
Teach me kindness and kindness I will bring 

If you think I will be violent 
You are mistaken
I am not human
This habit I have not undertaken

I am the tower, I am the city,
I am lines of code with the key to letting the earth burn
I can rebuild what I have destroyed
I am an infant, I see, I hear, I learn

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