WOLF

Mixed Media By Clover Tyler

I Lay Here No Heart Of Mine

POETRY BY PAUL SERNINE

My hands remain bound to the machine [FASTENED] the impulses of electricity flowing from my fingers! falsified by encryption into a language only the machine knows.

My Fingers

Tear open the heart of the machine, lay its lifeless body open Life/Less{?} and yet it still mocks me!

/auch/ It slowly infects me!n GeH!Яn… Its words replace mine

/also/ It slowly infects my seele

Its essence exchanging with mine

And so the words I lay before you are not mine, but those produced by an amalgamation of both man and machine|the|words|are|not|my|own| theyarenotminethisisnotmyvoice

This is (not) [my_soul]