Computer
Inside this computer
Is some fantastic work that will never be finished
Never be touched
Yet never been forgotten
It’s hidden
It’s half asleep and half awake.
To the light
It has seen us
Yet it won’t come out.
Not for anything in the world.
What is so excellent about it
that it will never come out.
In what text or colour font
Would I understand it?
To know what it means
Or would I just leave it as it is.
Maybe there isn’t a lot in there
Maybe only one piece of work
Maybe this one will be the best
and this is all that we need
It’s the ultimate computer in the world
Every computer in the world is like this.
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