Author’s note: This is a rewrite of a poem I originally posted in 2012. Here is a link to the original version.
Technology has changed everything
except for me, and
For transformation my entire life.
What is etched in silicon
Frustrates . . .
(seamless synthesis – but not so easy
to digest – until your hunger finally
comes to a rest . . . )
What is built from carbon
Burns on . . .
But now that I’ve changed everything
I feel a loss, though
How do I square desire with fate?