Adrift

When replaced with robots, clones of Adam, better than we ever believed. No need for Eve.

Faces planted to screens, conversations with the dead, no longer held obscene. What you mean to me.

I’m a place, adrift in celestial rifts, spent grace on worldly things. More valuable than you.

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