In their
heads.
It’s all
In their
heads.
See the
people.
Everywhere.
All different,
yet
all the
same.
Animals
each.
Armed
with
what’s
allotted.
No more.
Empty
from the
start.
Hard drive
mind
waiting for
input.
Download.
Accumulating,
storing,
evolving
input.
Gathering,
harvested
locally.
Building
a soul.
Each different.
Source
fashioned.
None
quite
the same.
It’s not
the body,
designed
to support.
What they
are.
It’s
in their
heads.
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Awareness, perception, interpretation all in the head. Nicely written
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