FALLEN

Every shadow is an opportunity

Every man is a threat

This is the world I live in;

A concrete jungle of asphalt pathways

Where monsters of metal

And creatures of plastic

Dictate and decide

Command and reside

Over the place I have come to call my home

What is a home?

What is home?

Where can I go?

That the concrete won’t follow?

That code and signal won’t trace

What is home if not freedom?

If not privacy?

Privacy from machines and calculations

From numbers and incantations

Made in the mind of flesh and bone…

Of all the cold and lifeless

The cruel and sightless

I fear the warmth

The warm-cold calculating

The living, pulsing

The pumping, breathing

The hormone driven

The tangible being I call man.

When did the creator become the created?

The maker – the made?

When did limbs begin

To instill more terror than

Their metallic counter parts?

When man and machine meet

And lines are crossed

Boundaries disappear

And humanity is lost

Every shadow is an opportunity

Every man is a threat.

 

Published by alexiima

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