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with a tap
the words come lighted on a page but its not paper its impulses power imparted in less than a blink technology has outstripped what we think we think I want my thoughts to be my own no Neo the machine within the man I individuated long ago from the herd from the words that said who I was though I never agreed don't let anyone ever define who you are to how you are how you be in any one moment what is being authentic but knowing you have thoughts of your own language you've stamped and earned and made your own I would never be a drone made in the image of something else so I could fit in among the others strong children move beyond their Mothers and live within the frames they've constructed for themselves nano-bits and little chips do not belong within a human brain the Great Spirit would not let the Universe alter His refrain nor would I I can compromise but never in this conclusion do not tamper with all that I've become I will be myself the one I've honed through all-experience in tried and time-honored self-revolution I am not I will not be someone else's grand illusion. (this time science you try to pry too far my response to the latest experimenting with adding implants to the human brain ...this is not science. this is meddling.) LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1:12am PST 7/12/2020 time/date stamped and also for this legally copyrighted Poet Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally registered and copyrighted site title "Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World" @ Vote for this poem |
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