For Albert

God is a Printed Circuit

Be warned. The flesh will fail. Machines will not,
And this is why I will surrender soon to a machine.
I can no longer rule my heart. It bucks and heaves,
It's upper portion panicking the parts below, and
Thereby bringing grief to me. I cannot stop the
Heaving, cannot calm myself when I'm afraid,
So I'll surrender sovereignty to a device sewn
To my chest, and I'll admit that I have failed,
That the alleged sophistication of the DNA-
Dependent globs of ganglia cannot produce
The printed circuit wafer's mindless, but unyielding
Stasis, which alone can sustain me. Say what you
Will for life. Say that it should be saved at any
Cost. In fact, it's but a set of blueprints, blurred
And smeared by coffee spills and doughnut grease,
And, anyway, it doesn't have a warranty. You are.
You're not. If you would like to feel as if you'll stick
Around, place all of your faith in machines. They'll
Save you. You've been warned.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-02 at 02:20

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Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
You really caught my attention.

"It is there. It is not"
No warranty, I loved the clinical comparison and heart's failings as a central machine!

alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
yeah, i won't make plans about life after death

alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
so far so good.