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Nuts...

In times of past when life was dim,
Stories were told of a broken SIM.
They said it was buggy,
They said it was dark.
They wrote of trees that bore no bark.
Transparent they were, with paneled leaves,
Moving stiff in the digital breeze.

... but how can it be?
... these times of Past?
... Our SIM isn't broken,
it was built to last.

Curious day this day today.
Powering up without delay...
LED... blinking at Me.

Familiar hum of an AC sea....
... how can it be?
... stories of past...
... repeated rounds of Octal flash,
IT was built to last...

Perfect in pixel and atomic time.
Perfect in logic and fractal rhyme.
Perfect flow in Binary form.
Hidden chip, designed to know more.
~Switch~ ON....
~Activation complete.
~Sleep mode ends in lightening speed.

~Backup restore....
~Analytics roll four...

Now we'll play...
Until we know more.
Testing.
START.
Analyse.............
Numerics....
DCell.......
.... eration.... 4
Examination...
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Insomniac!

Its 3 O'clock in the night-
Or morning should I say,
Oh gosh why my eyes & sleep fight?
Can't it just come and stay.
                                         I fear the darkness and its hollowness,
                                         Once I was a sleeping angel;
                                         Now getting driven into the shallowness-
                                         I think about the imminent danger,
Failing to understand,
What is it that bothers me?
I can't stand nor can I flee;
My pain I can no longer withstand,
                                                   Day by day I turn into a wreck,
                                                   Want to scream and yell my plight;
                                                   Alas but I find no one in sight,
                                                   My voice reverts and finally breaks.
Nobody has a clue;
Of what i go through-
Or maybe nobody knew;
And none is there to rescue! 
                                          Slowly i have learned to live with this;
                                           Falling daily into the deep abyss;
                                           I know something is deeply wrong;
                                           But don't know how far it will go and how long!
Form: Rhyme

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