If I could only rise and see the morning
and see the truth in the splendor of the day
and move around a little smoother with each touch
and smile the way the humans play today.
What glory would I find in pools of laughter
or ecstasy—when we are all alone?
I have one wish—to wish for ever after,
that I can taste your kiss—before I go.
The dreams I have are of silver joints and others
the oil must be pure you see
or I will surely need some work in my tomorrows
or rust there in a bin of broken things.
What fool creates a tool just meant for working
And puts it in the form of a human being
and gives it brains to function well
but leaves out humanity…
Whatfool I ask again—invented me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem