Am I flesh of your flesh
& bone of your bone?
or zeros and ones
and definable code?
Has the lid been opened?
Must I enter in?
To a box so small
and so limit-ing?
Seems the waft of knowledge
like a heady mist
makes my eyes go blind
and my insides twist
Long ago there was garden
and a simple way
there was dirt on toes
there were friends to play
I am analog man
In a digital world
In a white noise breaker
In a sea of curl
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