Oceans are forever

   In the depths of the ocean, from the depths of my mind. I conjure a robot, that is kind. Harvesting plactic, junk discarded. The robotic sensors see out lost articles, there forgotten. Could it be? From a giant trash heap,  a robot programmed to spawn kin from debris? A useful thought, a fleeting dream. My mind imagines what could be.

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