I love when I am robot.
My feelings are still there,
but I activate above them
with mechanical clarity,
detached and inquisitive
lenses and blades. It is so
very rare.
It's usually the other way.
My feelings activate above
me, all around and all through.
And they peer and cut dissecting
everything I care to do. And
they analyze and calculate,
and thoroughly conclude:
feels right. Feels good, and
does not compute.
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