She slept on a bed half made
a mattress and a half
a duvet too short
we couldn't decorate the palace
such a big space
a whiff of privilege
overpowered by external purposes
reality was to wake and work
from a bed half made
what is the riddle how should we build
industrious little human ants
each one of us sleepy
in the big castles
resembling nests and hives
we once had art
now a puddle of colors
dip the brush and paint the ceiling
the last thing you see before sleep
overpowered by external projects
developing the exoskeleton
for a sleepy workhorse
Sedulous labourers we are
organic von neumann probes
building essential machines and instruction
To put us to sleep and render us redundant forever
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