(Poetry) Reporting for Duty

The brain awakens from its long
slumber, eager to remember what once
came to it so naturally.

The fingers uncurl, one by one,
as new commands are received; to live,
and sculpt a new reality.

Arms and legs, your attention please:
we need Object A over at Point B,
quick as you can, ideally.

Power up the muscle pistons,
prime the bellows, feed the engine, and breathe;
Body, reporting for duty!


30/30 Challenge II Warm-Up PromptTercet Poem

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