He
refuses the amputated life,
the
ghost limb of being.
The
flesh must be felt in the flesh.
Silicon
brains cannot know compassion.
We
must make room for discovery.
Only
uncertainty is soothing.
The
sarcastic mockers
have
created little men
and
made a fine living off their misery.
If
we are to live we must find
the
neurons that fire love.
Mutual
separation leads only
to
muddy trenches, unholy camps,
and lonely graves
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