i am a wild animal
and i have lived most of my life in captivity
a prisoner of the great machine
which denies me my animal nature
blunts my claws
dulls my instincts
and renders me impotent
a form-filler
a number-cruncher
a slave to technology
a mere fumbler at a keyboard
occasionally i stare through the bars of my cage
and for a moment glimpse
a golden glow of light illuminating the clouds
for a second hear the burble of birdsong
and then it is gone again
and i am left to patrol the concrete yard
Antenna
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