I was created, framed and pristine.
A trophy of cells, of carbon and stardust of perfect geometry. The perfect shell and automaton.
Machinery, creaking aluminum cogs and wheels, gears that whirl
in unison – Man.
Sinew and elastic rubber bands, our extensions flushed.
A body of artifice, of false truths and illusory fog.
I learned to be made of actual steel,
for skin and muscles, even bone, decay. Cold to
touch, reflective, impenetrable.
But
You melted my soul, freed my newfound beating heart, the sacred flame
burned away the arm and leg He gave me, leaving my
Humanity to escape from its temporary prison.
Love and kindness, hatred and despair, creativity and inspiration. I felt it all – liberated.
The essence of human life beyond the steel.
I bared my ribs, titanium white and color burst forth from the prism.
Showering down in a pitter-patter of eternal rain drops that left
my body corroded in the scrap heap.
I was sculpted by Him in His image. I am free and omniscient.
Yet why am I broken?