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Human/Cyborg relations
by Timothy WilsonThis land was once a beautiful place
A living breathing thing
Vast acres of unexplored
Unscathed, untamed
Open vast and virgin lands
innocent and devious all at once
I used to dream of wonderful places
The kind on the silver screen
of living a life unplugged and unplanned
Under the glory of the sun
at the mercy of the fates
free
A plague of gluttony
A plague of greed
A plague of hatred and shame
Shackled by language
limited by measurable time
It all happened so fast
alas
I dream no longer of wonderful places
I sleep unaware
and awake to this nightmare they used to call the future
Tainted by the us of the past
08/30/2013 Posted on 08/30/2013
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/30/13 at 03:01 PM Pretty grim picture here which certainly reflects a lot of what surrounds us. "shackled by language" - now that's an intriguing phrase, but seems key to a lot of what ails us as far as miscommunication or intentional slanting thereof. It may seem a disconnect, but this makes me extra thankful for the National Park system, places I escape to as often as possible. |
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