Robot

When the hurtful times of life arrive
We turn into remote robots-where we
Exist and feel with no humanity or love.
View life as a hair on a suit... become Asimov
With a large dose of Visigoth included... clutching to
Laws meaning no harm to existence
Yet failing sadly by being human in pain
Lacking connection to realness.

Then

Time passes and small things return to us-
Human parts breathe us back to our lives...
Soaring birds wings beating pulses of air
Swarms of bees keening deaf ears...
These small things that force the necessary blink...
That bring us so near to where we begin
Where life can become truly akin
And somewhat quite again dear...
As Asimov and Visigoth's did fully intend I think...

Never remotely robotic truly
Just visiting inner mechanics.






Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-12-27 at 22:05

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