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No longer human
No longer human
I am no longer human,
Devoid of life;
Just existing like a stone
At the entrance of a shrine.
A puppet,I am;
Will-less and cowardly
Toy; keyed to play
By the observers,
While they smile
I smile back.
A computer, I am;
Thinking what others
Thinking and planning,
While rusting and rotting
Away to oblivion.
A statue,I...
Thursday 27th March 2025 12:36 pm
Black Poplar
two flightless birds on a branch
a wood-saw working in my hand
you trying to stop me sawing
hoping to keep us on dry land
below us runs a deep rushing river
if the branch is severed, we drown
I shrug off your efforts to stop me
Though it will bring both of us down
the branch is nearly sundered
I can hear it creak and groan
your hysteria makes me angry
I w...
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