automatons.
I see you with flit fingers flying
over grey keyboards and spreadsheets
robots.
that live on ratios and equations
unable to find the fundamental function of
life.
why am I here, so obviously organic, my roots
stab into the ground, searching in vain for
water.
water that nourishes my branches
while my once verdant leaves
fade.
I wither here amongst you
transplanted in this desert void of
love.