A Devise of Our Device

Carefully as each piece is fused
The mechanism will spring to life.

What follows one is preceded by another.

The power is generated from within
And through synapses stimulating the brain
The message of the microchip prevails.

Transmissions of our life and soul
Bleeding through barriers of thick green clay
Accumulating through generations
To be borne a new day.

As the mind speaks
Its path has once been followed.

To take that path
To see a baby raise its head
Or begin to crawl.

This fire burning within
Then to cry.

What power can excel this of the human body?
Should we listen carefully to beat of its heart
Everything we need to know
Will be told to us by this machine.

It is she who watches.
And in time will surface
Answering our need.

She will be patient
Knowing we will eventually ask...
For we are linked as one and the same.

- Blanche McLanahan