Opens with intimately, progression through the poem postulates a gradual decay of humanity. Recognisable husks stripped away with each stanza to reveal their most basic bits. This is humanity simplified, right? Is this the simple life?
I am a many faceted jewel,
He is my grindstone.
What he envisions, I am to become.
Tender and slow with painstaking care,
I am a dreamer, he is my rock.
Chronographer and chronicler
carve my heart inside out.
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My head in the clouds,
he tethers me to the earth.
I am a hybrid biometallic,
he is of blue blood dashed
upon the moss covered stones.
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Prima principia material from space,
Organic noble gas celluloid gollum.
Clumsy tripped negative zero stairs,
Fluid filled sand downward riser,
Eidolon acacia, aileron flux it.
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