I am resigned
To this changing
Air
pushing
Nanomachines
In and out of my blood
Building new circuits
Making machine out of man
Correcting the misfired neurons
So love is but a distant memory
If a memory at all
There probably is no room for it
Among all the circuitry and webbing of wire
Soft glow of blue and red LED light
Cooling fans in place of once breathing lungs
You wouldn't know me
Would I know you
Would you miss the human that was me
Heart beating beating beating
Pumping coolant to keep these processors cool
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