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Ripples

Automatons pump out lives
kneading futures to further gains,
Set in cadence with the era.

Left, right, left
Our path mapped out before us
If I trip, I'm whipped.

Stay down.

The ocean ripples around the heels
Previously struck by minions of commerce
Monitizing eyes watch me dive
Cover windows with pitch and oil
Existence is solely for the soul.

Eyes that blink
Look at things new
Those never directed to

A world not known before

I am the rock that starts off waves,
Upon the flat glassy expanse