Not Beneath, But Throughout.

I built this thing
To play music
Just a mishmash of wires
And transistors
And tiny little circuits
To sing for me
But it hAs no soul
It only steals music and splits the profits
I still listen
In the quiet Texas heat
But that machine don’t know
That I could turn it off
It’s a fearless little stoic
With no master
Just a little blind ronin
Playing songs to me

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