the constant machine drum
relentless screaming for a need to be seen
falling to cotton-clouded ears
Why should they hide their intentions?
Nobody’s left to hear it
So many minds, none ever used
Fluff dispersed to the wind, evaporating
The air dry, sky empty, as if you were
invisible.
but invisibility is a dull ache, in contrast
to the sharp sting of ignorance
to be seen and heard, but never listened to or acknowledged
Where do I have left to go?
After the nothing of the past
A century’s worth of adventures
A lifetime’s worth of life
Simply trying to fit all into
A singular person with only one heart
I don’t know where to go
Or what to be
which questioned me for many a year;
interrogative yet listlessly
a question hangs in the air
searching for an answer
proves fruitless for the time being
but sometimes it feels like I’m not even a human being
A human being… such a silly thing… what is even considered
human anymore
Human, man, machines, AI. How do we tell between life and machine?
Truth and artificial lies?
Where it is the point’s we can ask, are we the same?
Enhanced, but no soul? Mediocre but organic
Can I just end the poem here?
