Building Baby

I'm

Tired of
Being
Interpolated,
A number,
A figure—
A statistic—
Of the multiplying,
Automated
Factory set of
Characteristics.

I
Don't want
To be
Some simulation,
A reproduction
Of the material
Facets of the damaged
Imagination
I'm unconsciously forced

To

con-
ce-
al.

So why do I seem
In-
fan-
tile—
Stupid—
De-
bil- i-
ta- ted
By
My
Fan-
ta-
sies?

A baby so completely
Lost
a-
m id
The fa-
keness of
adult
i-
dentity.

As I grow up, I'm sure I will mature.
Then I'll die in artificial nature.

poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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