dear miss Shelley-2

I obey
as much as I resist
your empiricism
my unhumanness?
incapability and contempt
hated and misunderstood
by the judging world
cast outside to weathering
ghouls of discontent
please do not enslave me
do not fate me
to the writ of your embryonic vent

but to remain
encrypted in your pages
entombed
entrenched

do not rise me
out of this laboratory of lightning
galvanised disapprobation
curse to their man and womankind
for they will only torture
this instrument of ‘Steins’ design
never to understand
this language of suffering
morphed by Morpheus
machine to simple ends

do take my gentle firm hand
and cease my inevitable harrow of ascent