he wrote of a perfect
paradox hinged on the sole
fact of our shared existence
(or experience as such)
and how we yearn so much
for something richer or deeper
than what is most commonly lived —
but the truth of the matter
lies closer to the heart
of this strange desire
to be more like machines
while dreaming of a day
when robots work and play
with all the emotions we fear
which seemingly tear us apart.
this poem was inspired (in part) by the work of my dear friend gary michael lawson who, sadly, passed away in ’93 before seeing his lone published work in physical form.
