Some protest fabrications. I protest realities.
To trace the loops of a leader's name.
With gears aligned and a steady hum,
It signs the page where the hand is numb.
A mechanical stroke in the quiet room,
While policies pass through the shifting gloom.
It mimics the ink of a human pen,
A ghost of power for now and then.
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
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Written on 2026-08-16 at 22:29
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Autopenned: A Ghostly Game of Ghastly
The autopen rests on its metal frame,To trace the loops of a leader's name.
With gears aligned and a steady hum,
It signs the page where the hand is numb.
A mechanical stroke in the quiet room,
While policies pass through the shifting gloom.
It mimics the ink of a human pen,
A ghost of power for now and then.
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Read 2 times
Written on 2026-08-16 at 22:29
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