Mechanized and Electrified...

Power surges
lights dimming
and
brightening
with a subtle electrical whir.
Plugged in devices
emitting a scream
of
sorts
which permeates
my better
judgment.
But I know
it exists
and that it runs
through me
like the oxygen
and pollutants
in my blood.
I can feel
the radio waves,
microwaves,
sound waves,
light waves...
the electricity
of the entire
room
penetrating and
drum-beating
through my head
as if I am the heart
of some circuit
on a motherboard,
in a
maze of
muscovite and
metal--
informative,
technological secrets
being speedily signaled
to the other circuits and chips...

If we don't take technology
unto ourselves, enfolding it
within our being, willingly,
to become a part of us...
it will, undoubtedly,
invade us,
unwelcomed,
inevitably taking us unto itself
enfolding us
within
its
being.