Everything you are has become gelatinous,
Soluble in water
A spinal chord and neurons
Without a blood pump
Or an inner voice to tell you where to put it
Somewhere between a sea being,
And spit on a window
One is beautiful,
The other is human
You belong to much less

You are not you, you are not trees, you are not mine, you are not a leaf in the wind or a sunbeam through the curtains  
I do not trust this new model
You are dangerous, dangerous. Not like a rich and ***** night,
Like rats crammed in a basement
Like an overdose