Machine Dreams

I wish I were a machine, for machines never tire

or cry or feel alone.

A machine with capacitors that  discharge effortlessly

instead of a heart so broken that each beat hammers

painfully in my chest, only to be followed by another.

I would have oscillators instead of a voice,

so that which should not be said shall remain forever silent

and oscillators can harmonize beautifully without intent .

I need transducers instead of fingers

for they can still relate presence without the hurtful longing

for those touches that will never come.

I wish I were a machine so that  memories could be wiped clean,

all shame forgotten, all desire erased,

and loneliness made irrelevant.

The End

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