An Artificial Transfusion

The blood that flows beneath our skin Is turned red by haemoglobin, Which binds with oxygen in part, Transferring life from lungs to heart.   Donated from unknowns or kin, The blood that flows beneath our skin Is needed, but when this runs out What will we use to quench the drought?   The substitutes … Read more

Translucent Vessels

Vessels Running beneath my skin – Like the network Of a tightly-knit Urban sprawl. All closely ravelled together – A well-trod map to my Heart. But too complex to build Or print. Our greatest Artificial cartographers cannot reconstruct The interlacing web of hidden alleyways And ginnels lurking beneath the surface. So instead we turn to nature; … Read more

Curious Dunes

A distant sun sets over reddened lands, As ripples lay before you like a wave; Try reach out with your cold, synthetic hands, And touch the ground that will become your grave. These unscathed marks are footprints in the sands That shackle you and bind you like a slave. Your unseen masters tell you where … Read more

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