Robot
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My vacuum is a robot
My tumble dryer, true
They're programmed to assist
My world
And keep it ordered too
I feed my dishy-washer
My clothes go in a box
It's where the magic happens
Yet
It always eats my socks
My telly can now do things
I cannot understand
With mini robot partner here
Clamped tightly
In my hand
The toast it pops. The microwave,
It sings me out it's tune.
My loft has hidden strangers
Feeding me
Electricity at noon
I guess I won't be lonely
As these friends around me toil
They clean & cook & entertain,
Refrigerate
And boil
And yet, my world feels empty
Despite this crowded space
No robot yet can substitute
For love
Or person place
We're built to be organic
So it kinda makes some sense
I like the metal critters
But
My spirit's more intense
I leave the shrouded palace
For a walk among the trees
I feel my truest presence here,
My face
Against the breeze
I stroll beside the water
So that deep from my insides
The birdsong levitates
My soul
Where humanity resides
And just as sunshine radiates
To warm my fleshy skin
The love that makes
My heartbeat
Restores me from within
Jinjagoliath
1st April 2023
Artwork Credit: @mattdixonart "Longing"
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Copyright © Christopher Grieves | Year Posted 2023
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