I, Robot

I’ve always held this truth
To be self-evident
That I am a man
Thinking, feeling, loving, hating
And only a man could paint a fool’s portrait
Sistine Chapel detail
Through memory’s eyes alone
His now dog-eared script
Transposed to shameful habit

I believed the fables told
Of freedom and nobility
Of American dreams and sky boundaries
Of wholesale optimism
Compelling towards a nebulous goal
But experience exerts persuasive monologue
Always going the distance in a marathon of lies
And another truth drew focus
Detaching from camouflage background

I am closer to robot than man
When I receive man’s words
As the God he usurps
When I sail his ocean of laws
Expecting a land ho! of justice
When I believe his education
Exceeds indoctrination
When he steals my livelihood
Ostensibly for my good
And the way of life
Narrows into a mine shaft
Stale of air with splendent décor
Dropping into stagnant bowels
Sold and bequeathed to next generations
As freedom’s underground railroad

No, I was not manufactured
But when I bought the lies
I was remade, from inside out
Incrementally
A man-centered heart grows artificial
Imperceptibly
Like watching a clock’s hands
Until you’re lulled asleep in the day
And wake up at midnight changed
Artificial man

Robot

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