poetry, Technology

the wires inside

i closed a coffin today,

it was black with

wires of time inside

its burnt body

Β 

it lay on the floor

the silver fan

(cooling its heart)

Stopped and sighed

It lay in the warmth

Of my own curiosity

Β 

i was more technology than

this carcass, splayed before

me and the wooden desk

i could get off the floor

crawl away from the slow

undergrowth – over

our lives.

Β 

i wept more for the

numb life hiding in

the cage and its brain

my tears fell out

Β 

so did the battery

Β 

Β 

PhilosopherPoet

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