Andrew Delapruch Poet Free verse

Warning Signs

got this 
spreading,
tingling, 
numbing,
pulsating, 
stabbing,
throbbing,
pain 
that won’t take a 
vacation,
that won’t give itself a
rest,
that won’t lighten 
up &
i’m wondering 
doc,
if this is a
warning sign
that i, as a 
human,
just wasn’t built to 
live beyond
30…

and yet we insist
as a fervently curious
technologically progressive
species,
that i should.

in this interim
between the biological &
the transhuman, between the
transhuman & 
the enhanced version of 
whatever might be left of
me if my dice are rolled
right,
i eagerly await your
diagnosis.

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Poet Destroyer A March 18, 2013 at 7:05 PM Andrew, I hope the diagnosis results are only a nice and sweet warning, that you are having the time of your life.. or about toooo. Enjoyed stopping by to read your poem. Always* LINDA Andrew Delapruch March 19, 2013 at 12:28 AM @PoetDestroyer. Thanks so much for the concern---just a poem though, a yarn spun from looking around : )