Electric Flesh

Finding oneself here You could ask why But does it really matter Thrown blindly into the cockpit Forced into an unknown machine Scraps of information Conflicting and often unclear It's madness Sometimes through consistent effort It's steered toward a direction Whether by subtlety Whether by brute force The body shapes itself Am I changing The mind changes itself Am I my mind, am I my Desire, routine, and dosage Measuring measurements and anecdote Standing on whichever shoulders Make themselves available Gauging empirically Stating that which should be See it change itself See Watch it be itself Change it See it watch itself Watch it Being change itself Change embodies itself Am I changing I am changing The change enforced on me Forcing, choosing, seeing Flipping a coin Tilt the table, cheating Weighing outcomes, waiting Weighted outcomes Choosing, hoping scheming Am I anything but The body shapes itself Am I the shape Of my mind changing itself Am I my mind, am I my My mind, am I my mind Am I my mind, do I mind Am I the shape Is this body the body I am Trapped in an organic prison It sets me free I am the machine Am the object that I am Which is me See me, be me Slowly sliding into disuse