The Python has found its way into my den
Asking me to multiply ten
A familiar anxiety creeps in
As the light gets dim

The code of logic graces my dome
Lining up my senseless home
As numbers find their way
Through light ray

Like a bleep on the screen
As the android sheep machine
Of numbers on the fence
While I tense

 Punching in numbers
Of fractal dream slumbers
While the sheep bleat
In my android sleep

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