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All these lights
Moving slowly
In the deep arterial junctions
Who is going where
Why here and why now

Blood red traffic lights
The rabid claws of systemic automation
Who are we
But motorized cellular messengers
Completing little tasks
Beyond our knowing

Who are we
But feeble ants
Lost in the crawl
Headlights blazing
Inch by inch transgressing the earth
Little nodules
Creeping through side streets and traffic lights
Oblivious to the meaning

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