The MachineA Poem by John Prophet
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machine, billions of years in the making. Our very being to the molecular level fabricated, wired, controlled. Controlled by the machine, the system. Fabricated, simply fabrications are we by the system. Like machines mired by the hardware influenced by the software. Products of the environment. All we know programmed. How we’re wired predetermined. Everything scripted by the system. The machine’s system. Freedom an illusion. All just components. Widgets within, simply functioning as designed.& © 2020 John Prophet |
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Added on January 22, 2020 Last Updated on January 22, 2020 AuthorJohn ProphetNHAboutJohn Prophet is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived rea.. more..Writing
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