Anthropomorphosis

(Explanation in the post script)

Anthropomorphosis

Beggars can't be choosers I suppose

I just didn't want to be like one of those

The multitude of apes who the streets adorn

From them skin was torn

From them my blood was retrieved and warmed

I feel not for them but I wish not behold anymore

I was strapped unto a bed

Camera eyes embedded into my head

Ears carved out, fitted with microphones within

Sensors installed but not sense

An all consuming light I run to hence

In my dream as I regret this happenstance

I provoke your instinctive heart

Mine is but a work of art

I am you to you but to me we're worlds apart

Was I born to fool?

Am I merely a tool?

I lay awake, I lay in wait, but whatever future comes

It will be cruel

Explanation and Report-

I’ve been quiet for a while recently as a few new projects began taking flight and some older projects were wrapping up. Recently however, just for fun, I’ve taken on writing about androids and robotics. I’m very close to finishing editing my long-form piece about Greece and as a respite and outlet I’ve been writing about an android who’s all too aware of the fact he’s not human, which is both a pride and a pain to him.

I don’t know why this theme appeals to me to this degree, either it’s my own tendency to feel alienated or my fondness for 16-bit fonts. Anyway, so far I only wrote a couple of poems and a couple of terms. The title of this poem, “Anthropomorphosis” is a conjunct of “anthropos” (human/man) and morphosis - the process of becoming. So Anthropomorphosis is a neologism that roughly translates to “the process of becoming human.”