Mechanical Human (Poem)

I cannot function anymore

but that’s alright

so let’s take it slow

I’ll start tonight


on this peachy blue purple starstruck sky

on this dilapidated train track that goes on in the never ending night

of the forest green trees dappled with black

and the electric lines that silently silently silences the night

of a wind that touches fleetingly, my ear

of the heart that seeks galaxies and stars and the birthing of ages and light years


As I seek to find and to ponder meekly

Surely, sister, brother, in charity

to let me be till I can rise again

in my own time, from my own furnace,

from my own self burning, to your own pillaging,

Let me be,

and surely I will find


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