I, Cyborg – Visual Verse
— visualverse.org/submissions/i-cyborg/
I, CYBORG
Mark Tulin
My mind is a sponge
I absorb everything
I only have to read a document once,
and all the information
is categorized and filed
in my head
My mind is a receptacle,
but my consciousness
filters, and reduces
it into simple phrases
and summaries
Every day, I process
and discern what is important
and what is fodder,
until I have all that is valuable
at my disposal
I am a cyborg,
infused with technology,
capable of utilizing the world’s
knowledge
at lightning speeds
Anything you feed me,
I digest, duplicate, and proceed.
Crow On The Wire 
Enjoyed the reality soon we will be entering.
Thanks, Kritika. 🙂
I had to think about that last line. If the cyborg digests, duplicates, and proceeds, there will be no new knowledge and we will no longer advance. *shudder* The antidote is poetry, I would say.
Good point, Liz. We need poetry to evolve or advance. And we have to do it in a humane and compassionate way, not just digesting information.
Thanks, Mark.
You’re welcome.
Love your poem, Mark, but I found the accompanying image disconcerting.
Yes, I agree. I found the woman somehow victimized and overwhelmed by the news. What was your take?