My death has already taken place,
Somewhere out there, in the future,
While , here,I haunt myself and mourn myself.
I am human technology,
The melancholy android,unsure of its place
Among all the exquisite objects in the universe.
Graphs, flow charts and probabilities
Replace imagination among the elect,
Desperate to manage every detail, every illusion.
Our science is, in truth, science fiction.
Save me,cries the soul,that mad machine,
Superbly engineered by demons and angels
All knowledge is glorified uncertainty
I find;no two testimonies completely agree;
Belief itself is all I can believe in.
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