This Past Hours Recollections
AM:00
and the ambient intelligence around me grows
and the dread lights resound
they are too bright I can’t hear myself think
they are too loud buzzing and I cannot hear myself think
Think think think
and I swear I saw a sound moving ever so carefully across the carpet
as a beam of light enters the machines brain
and a thought is constructed
however feeble and lame
and I’m dying to know to know
what it knows about itself
or the outside of its own shell
Just as I am trapped in my own form
and constricted
we are all dying to know what anothers life is like to walk in ones shoes as the
say
but without a way to do so
that is our world
today
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