Vertical farming is coming
The rain will grow your hair back
Friends will be a dime-a-dozen
Real ones will still be scarce
Floods will balloon the bodies of thoughts
Only science may prick to disastrous results
And from that they’ll gather the seeds
For their machines which will sting to touch
Kites will bishop the light to our worship
Which is corralled below by a series
Of chips that have finally conquered
The corrosive heat of their activities
Fingers will be wired for speed
Ambidextrous we’ll pass the days
Overburdened but relieved
A buzzing in the ears mistaken for voices
A helping hand the first step into the bin of weakness
But those that come after cut from the same wheat
Congealed into a mass easy to shape
Will bear a resemblance which is comfort
Whether we fight it or not
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Armando Jaramillo Garcia was born in Colombia, South America and raised in New York City. He graduated from Aviation High School and attended Hunter College. Prelude Books published his debut collection of poetry, The Portable Man, in 2017.
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