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Machines

Conversations with myself

By Moon DesertPublished 3 years ago Updated 10 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Pavel Neznanov on Unsplash

manoeuvring through

machines manning

crowded with strangers

every day

various tasks

comprehension lost

rediscovered, lifted up, and lost

again

reborn

in another form

to participate

in Mass

where chanting like in a church is heard

from different wired connections

leaving no room for objection

only to carry on with the job

in hand

when my brain isn’t properly connected

there are improper glitches between

its wires

for I am attired

in all my invisible disabilities

in the most fashionable clothes to make

not to disclose

them in front of others

not to be “eaten alive” by the wrong one

apprehension

of the inner version

of myself

damn it!

I’m on it

already

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17 November 2021

revised on 11 July 2022

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originally published at https://medium.com

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inspirationalperformance poetrysocial commentarysurreal poetry

About the Creator

Moon Desert

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

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