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Ghost in The Machine
by Swarn Gill
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cold titanium, metallic touch,
protect from feeling far too much
your crutch
awaken darling, feel this flesh
my hand conforms to yours
our eyes connect by unseen tether
love dances across the medium
laser looks in calculated gaze
information fills emotionless days
safety pays
I have joys to show you, give you
that surge you feel is chemical
the heart throbs, blood pulses
cellular exchange renews you
corrupted memory banks are sealed
places your Designer never healed
must shield
put your faith in something greater
an idea to bring peace of mind
I might have an idea…or two
my lips can help you think of something new
thoughts in circuits gridded tightly
produce their bedtime logic nightly
so unsightly
pick wildflowers in the green fields
and let them adorn your silken strands
there’s a place…
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Cloak Unfurled 
Interesting cadence to this one. I like. 😊
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Thank you, Bela! Sorry I’ve become such a bad blogger! I still trying to use WordPress as a repository for longer writes, but am spending most my time on Twitter interacting with other poets these days. I hope you are well!
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I am well, thank you. I don’t worry if I don’t see people for awhile. I refuse to do anything called Twitter, sounds too much like a bunch of twits. 😂 but you never know! Take good care!
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That’s what I thought too, but there is a lovely little artistic community within that allows one to stay relatively secluded from the Twits. lol
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Ha!! Well, good for you! Carry-on!☺️
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