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A Gnostic Cyborg
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 . . ."
Copyright ©
Benjamin Bartley
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