a robot types this
you look at the screen
you say
no, those are words
from flesh and blood hands
bone-cored fingers
that is someone’s voice
trapped in amber
locked in photons
but
the rust in my wrists
and my grinding ball
bearings betray me
the processor of my heart
ticks ticks ticks
a cycle overheated
overclocked
my heat sink
overwhelmed
Words and Feathers 
Great post
Thank you.
My pleasure
Smart and heart. I love it.
Thank you so much! I don’t get called smart on here very often. 😀
Ah, then we readers have been remiss!