Embracing Robotics

Your eyes don't flicker.
They are like marbles in cripted diamond,
Or coarse sand that ne're witnessed rain.
My God, what has he done to you?
You look like a shock-treatment patient,
Or a mental house victim.
The wires are disconnected from the outlet.
As you sit and stare. Static.
Your mind sailing upstream
In search of what you used to be.
But you absorb life - while lost.
Lost in the aftermath.