Updated Poetry

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
The system is down. The system is down.
Down down down down down down down down...
Robots... Running... Forever.
The center cannot hold. 3:57.
Robots... Running... Robots.
Anarchy is loosed upon the world.
The system ... is down.
Robots ... ... Fabris.
Dying Mr. Fabris. The system is down.
Robots Running ForFabris.

—W. B. Yeats, “The Second Coming”: Bustopia Remix