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The Human Interface
Its razor thin this apple skin
Of soggy biosphere
Evolving thumping muscle heart
For purposes unclear
Hot mantle tumbles under clay
Tectonic spread divides
Clouds of sharp volcanic ash
Are scratching at my eyes
I can’t know why I’m trapped inside
A self-propelling mass
Or why my convoluted brain
Obsesses on the past
I weave between the poison darts
Weighed down by leaden shoes
A hairless chimp who thinks he’s got
Important things to do
I’m pushing back on gravity
I pull against the tide
I struggle with the physical
And question my design
Then wobble on this axis tilt
As metal fills his cells
Reaching for Polaris while
A lodestone tugs from hell
I clamber on Savannah grass
Through jackal bark retorts
A target for marauding apes
Who’d murder me for sport
Then toss me over canyon cliff
With parabolic thrust
My sublimating carbon bones
Sun broiled back to dust
[Nov 28, 2005]
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison