Empty machineA Poem by ElliExistential anxiety thoughts.I'm thoughts built into the coding. A submarine under the sea, Screen watching a screen. I'm not free, Am I free? I might be. But I'm certainly not a ghost in this machinery. Or am I a host and not captive to slavery. A lot of memories pretending to be me. There I go again saying me, Like there's a free being in the machine. 'Course there are flaws in all their dampening theories. That's why nothing makes sense anymore to me and again I am empty.
© 2018 ElliAuthor's Note
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