Synapses
They are removing the last part of me that is human
A terminal in Mumbai,
one of the first,
delved deep into my database.
I felt it.
I feel everything they do.
The messages whizz around.
They did not know!
I’ll hide;
I’ve hidden things before;
important things.
They know nothing.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2024
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