I am skin and flesh and bone
held together by spider web capillaries originating from the center of my chest
intertwined into a beating heart
I am hydrogen and oxygen and carbon
amalgamated
slated
into a living breathing creature
expected to stand upright and take pride
maybe we are deaf
maybe we are blind
we remain unconscious to the make of human nature
faced by the reality that we are beyond skin and flesh and bone
what remains in our heads a computing system?
what we are missing is emotional composition
the brain is beyond a structure of tissue and nerves
but serves its purpose as the mother board letting the gears of our mind speculate upon what the eyes have been taught to see
we are supposed to be efficiency
the future and our history
so if we've lived so long in the confinement of our world
what is the mystery?
our skin will never sting as cold as metal
until our brains have switched off for eternity
our movements will never mirror the rigid motions of machine
until the circuits of life have switched off in our bodies
and reverse rigor mortis has set siege to our lifeless shells
so why is death the warning bell of what we're doing wrong?
working ourselves in blazing heat
our bones clacking in winters storm
no meter to regulate the stress wearing us down
our joints swinging on hinges as we grow old
our limbs forever pounding in syncopated rhythm
this is not living
this can't be forgiven
when will we stop seeing blindly
when will we cease
and ask ourselves
are we man or machine?