To Be Memorable

If I cut away this flesh
and I strip away this voice
and I reduce myself
to the nothing but 1s and 0s
that will ultimately be left behind,
I am not entirely sure
I see enough of anything
to be memorable.

Time to start
blowing shit up.

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