Twisted by copper wiring spreading inside of me 
Converting, mutating, and running electric lighting
A bulge of wires where my heart transpired
My spirit abandoned; replaced or rather retired
The world’s scarring Sears, re-packaging my years
Ground into parts thoroughly processed in the gears
Each organic layer processed without care
Fully mechanized and my full eyes just stare
A new creation pushed to efficiency
And even still my spirit longed for me

At last my spirit has returned to me
I am drowning in its reclaiming sea
The wires rescind; my blood pumping
And I feel myself once again loving
The organic parts are resurrected
My spirit has its home to rest in

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