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I am part man
And part machine
I walk through air
And on the garden path,
Sidewalks and maps
I talk to people
Shake their hands
Enter data & transmit results,
Receiving special paper-
Gets me things
I feel pain
I take dried flowers
And ingest their smoke
I enter sterile buildings-
Acquire white pills
I need love
I reach out for you
The pinnacle of all evolution
With my organic hands,
Keyboard keys & network cables
#napowrimo2019
And part machine
I walk through air
And on the garden path,
Sidewalks and maps
I talk to people
Shake their hands
Enter data & transmit results,
Receiving special paper-
Gets me things
I feel pain
I take dried flowers
And ingest their smoke
I enter sterile buildings-
Acquire white pills
I need love
I reach out for you
The pinnacle of all evolution
With my organic hands,
Keyboard keys & network cables
#napowrimo2019
Published 14th Apr 2019
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all poems are love poems
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14th Apr 2019 9:41pm
This poem evokes so much the sentiments of the 'arrival-impact' of technology on human experience, something that has been charted since the invention of the clock, the plow, the weaving-loom, the printing-press, the steam-engine, the computer, etc - each age-of-technology challenging us with the question about what it means to be human that technology might somehow deprive us of.
14th Apr 2019 9:59pm
Thank you Josh for feeling it. I set out to write a poem this morning about cultivating my garden of pills, and eventually this is the place at which I arrived.
