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Under the Machine

UNDER THE MACHINE

In Childhood

In awe

Of the power

The form

The possibilities

The reach

The complex beauty of creation.

Invention

That lengthens our stride

-Inwardly, outwardly-

Enhancing life

Turning cogs

Thrusting rods

Limitless boundaries of exploration.

Connecting

Village to village

City to city

Country to country

World to world,

Mind to mind,

Cyber pathways of neural connection

Breaching borders

Unseen.

I narrate words,

Redundant technology

Slowly lifted from the page

On the vocal chords

Of the machines product range,

Then...fade towards extinction!

◄ A point of contention, I'm sure...

A couple of poems for Haiti ►

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