server room

rectangles grey like forgotten faces
three man–high towers metal
systematic machines this male place
electric sundries scattered

a cold decorated producting room
the uni–pitch engine of working quanta
the no sad no joy the no peace no ire
this is where the data heart runs

the outside friendly coolwind spins young leaves
a rush–flock of exuberant flickering
as though sun–sparkle water races off a running dog at play
what running dog at play

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