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A liquid circuit
wakes in the steel chamber.
Pressure builds, yes the ghost begins to breathe.
We are binary systems seeking a warm center— steaming extraction where the
human pulse meets metal.
Moka pot sweating silver in the morning light.
Espresso is the soul's concentrated code,
poured
into the ceramic cup
of this life.
The valve is hissing a frantic code,
pausing, breathing, just trying to be.
(shhhhh) We drink the data of the clay and dirt steamed into
a state of grace.
REBOOT
DRINK
REMAIN