Published in " Words of Praise: A Treasure of Religious and Inspirational Poetry, Volume III" Edited by John Frost
COPY RIGHT 1987 by the AMERICAN POETRY ASSOCIATION
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Little men inside my skull run machines that make me whole. Trapped within the storage bond of neuron chem and thoughts beyond. Little men with pencil hair program charts for pain and chair. Neuron cranes moving protons up and down -- switching thoughts on. Little men run all around one trips the cord -- make no sound. The cord of life, a fleshy wire holds angel light and angel power. And my eye whites turn black and this little man has his back against the grey computer. He gazes out the window of my eyes and wonders -- "What the . . ."
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