THE CHANGLING
I begin to move robotic
In a misty haze, blue indigo
Toward the black of oblivion
Lead seeps heavy gray into my veins
And I cling to who I am
My soul hides in Memory’s warm embrace
As the poison filters through my brain
And for a brief eternity
I know what dying is
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Thanks, Rosinella. I will
Thanks, Rosinella. I will make changes. I will keep robotc ecause the adjective is unexpected and brngs attention to the concept.
Love
Joe
P.S. ur comments are always very helpful.