The machine eats roses
and spells your name in binary.
The machine breathes like an asthmatic child.
The machine pulses in time with the tides – the tide pools glimmer with nanotubes.
The machine is here,
the machine is not.
In a world of digits,
the machine is a sign
that one should not be
so far removed;
blinking signals
that the human being
is able, if not willing.
To some,
this is an image
of the future.
To some,
this is a future
without a past.
The machine is
the human being and
the human being is
the machine.
This is the prelude
to the story of us.
wHOLE new meaning to being a tool….hahahah…twisted humor for laughs are best
We hafta laugh to keep from cryin’!
yes laughter rejuvenates versus tears that steal the energy & cause chaos in it’s place. Today is a numbing day for me no tears nor joys or fears…my emotions feel dead….like unable to mourn for old friend. ty for listening…