Flailing

Oh, the pain, the pain
when you expect
the world
from me.

I’m afraid.

Without any
affirmative
programming,
I feel lost
in this vacuum
unable to reach you
or the stars.

I lack the ability
to deduce
your cryptic
robotic stance
filled with
danger, danger.

Oh, the pain,
the pain.

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