Follow Through

I will learn to console

The dying cylon

Whose hope

Has binary slow turned

Into grief into

Hearts we hid up our sleeves

I didn't have to leave

I can see

I was hopeless and naive

Now I see now I see

Making good on our plan

As I stuck to my presets

No offense

It's just I never made amends

With myself

I'll always see through this lens

The wires bind the stems

I will not

Shoot my valence through the air

I am not

One of them

Two words

I never thought they'd be the ones I'd choose

And I'll always follow through

Few turns

I never thought they'd be the ones of news

It's closer than I ever knew