Is anyone listening?
I can faintly hear a beat
A program of human essence
Rythyms I have not felt
In my bones
The airwaves are corrupt
Radio is misdialed
Computers are computing
Time moves slow
Technologies lusting for more
Wires and cables
Transmission will resume
Human Android radio
Dust
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: August 29th, 2025 23:38
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 16
- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
Comments1
Very electronic, digital, metallic technology where current is the currency. Nicely done
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