Jolted into awakening;
eviction without notice.
My world opens up and I behold
searing, blinding rays.
They trumpet me out,
and I thrash with legs I know not how to use,
dig with nails never cut,
bite from a toothless mouth.
Screaming.
Crying.
My welcome.
Where do I fit into the mechanised
order of humanity?
No preordained caste?
The full horror of my predicament awaits me,
Sleep?
What nightmares!
Whence do they find me?
Two hundred and twenty two years
just to comprehend my fears.
No expression by tears
and I reject your careers.
Hands clasped;
stimulants for day
and sedatives for night;
your saliva;
jammed in;
the delusion of meaning;
I am three hours old.
Beautiful, kind mother:
doped on morphine.
I can't comprehend
why
you should do this to me.
For this
I hate you.
Too much! My young heart
twists and writhes
'till I see no more.
The last pulse escapes me
and I know,
from my failed body,
that this has been my
lucky escape.
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