Life Support
Of course you’re not
A machine among machines
Even if you have experienced
Many forms of exile.
Your sense of self confirms
Your recovery from the vision of Eden
That dwells in repetitive regrets and flows into the soft guilt
That puddles in dreams.
Instead, your social connections,
Awake and logical,
Means we can talk about tomorrow
Now even as we wait
For the pain to return.
Carl Lowe lives in West Babylon, NY and works as a freelance writer focusing on health. He is also a musician and has had his poetry featured in a variety of publications.