Farewell ferro-magnetic medium
Five decades have rolled past until this day.
But now the tape has

A heartbeat beneath a gauze of static;
a diamond chip runs the matrix groove.
The last song has

We are torn like a sheet from a roller
The hard slam of metal on paper
exits so quiet, thought of

Hand by hand, tooth by tooth
I turned and tallied.

I was numbers! I embodied the count!
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