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My Body is a Dying Machine

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This is not an oath you took, was not something we read in a book.
Conditions and formalities ruin our lives, my body is a dying machine.
Born do garden this place, not destroy it, my body is a dying machine.
My spirit-your spirit, all tiny droplets in the universal consciousness.
Awaken all creation inside and let the divine light from inside of your dying machine.
You will not have to look for too many veils block your vision, sunglasses formed by your current, surrounding conditions.
To break free from the nook you hide in; realize the intricate design of our dying machines, each unique, each very capable.
To appreciate the spectrum of the universe know you are only in a dying machine, not the end, nor the beginning; not even a cook and eater of tautology.
Conditioned to see what they see, only to find out what they saw was a condition of their fake reality to fall apart but be new again; in its true form.
To do, to be, to see, to hear, to feel, to taste and hear.
My body is a dying machine.
Part tres, Condition Series.
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Threenil78's avatar
Funny thing is i got the similar idea when I first saw that title. Great job in the symbolism. But it is also great to see a bit of positivity in the poem as this definitely speaks true to our state of living at the moment. We are all trapped in this dying system, and if we don't soon realize this it can have quite the devastating affect. But it is definitely our own doing as well because we don't want to think for ourselves and we don' want to realize that we are allowing ourselves to die because of our laziness to act and to find a proper solution.