The Grid Resistor
written by: Thomas Park
@mystified131
5:49 AM
With a quiet thrum
The thermostat
Ushers in a soft, dry heat
A lamp, on timer, clicks on
Illuminating a room
Floor of long, wooden planks
Residue
Of streetlights
The only sounds– periodic drones
Of passing cars or trucks
The hum of soft, dry heat
The quiet machines
Nearly silent
Feeding on watts
In automatic cycle
Their tender, a ghost
Who spectrally reflects
In shadows, yet aware
Surrounded by night, the mind
Is
It knows
The machines are its servants
Cause and effect
Survival
Continuance
Its synapses
Its language
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