The diuturnal project;
the small and petty empires,
building R&D it's ivory towers.
Sweeping plains of code monkeys to
penned in, accepting be-cubicled fate.

Inspiration: Burnt wind, parched oak,
trampled garden, raped by commerce
and later a 90% chance of rain,
that should clear up before sunset,
a clear night with lots of stars.

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Brother Frankus.

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