Parallel shadows
Haunting the days
Never letting light
In to blend or feed
The emptiness.
Ice cold stares
Passing on the pathways
Of commerce
Of life?
Waiting for just one
Melting heart
One warm smile
In the millions of
Automatons.
Craving humanity
In a machine world,
Feel the warm babe
Wriggling in my arms
Her eyes not yet cold.
Gaze down at
Hope in my hands
She won't be the same,
She will change.
-M. Kirkpatrick 2/5/17
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