Automaton \ Being


I didn’t come from a boat

To this place; but rather

I was transported in a beam of light

From above

It’s how I feel at least,

Just sometimes?

I bet you feel it too

That strange sense of being alien too

What’s around you

Like the nervous tick of my eyes

Or how sometimes my lips contort

In crowds, with people


The beam gave me powers of memory

Maybe there’s just something wrong with me

But what’s wrong about remembering

I can tell you what you were wearing;

That day we spoke

It’s what makes me strange

But maybe you’re strange too?

Per-haps we came from the same beam

They didn’t tell me

I’ll just wonder – where I’m from


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