Sleep shut down restart
Promise not to be a robot
Dream go deep begin
Graffittied words on freight cars
Scrolling in the morning
On their way to heaven or to Tucson
Where they hope to be
Welcomed and unpacked
Distributed among the people
But how many will be looking up
When the screen goes blank
And the caboose rolls by
Into the torrid desert
And only deeds can save us
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