I'm choking for life,
in a white, plaster box;
poem won't save me.
Inhuman transformation;
man and machine to monster.
Ugly, broken, worn-out hybrid,
new technology won't save me.
Must,
find,
soul.
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Andy Veilleux 
Andy as usual you words reverberate in my mind and I explore my thoughts over and over again because of what you’ve said.
thanks! I’m glad it gave you pause for thought.