Body/Mind Becoming…

A body once was
the human vehicle,
that bio-transport enabling
a stay on this planet.

No matter the size,
shape,
skin tone,
or strength,
it was the possessor’s
sense of beautiful.

For many, however…

It was too slow,
wouldn’t last for that day coming.

So many needing sleep,
food, care and touching.
Oh, the touching,
such an appreciated need.

But…

The body has always had a love/hate relationship with mirrors,
those moments where eyebrows furrowed
over blue eyes unsatisfied,
coveting brown, green or hazel,
this week’s trending designer obsession.

Think it’s reserved for women?
Think twice.

Reflections pierce gender neutral psyches,
where once stalwart flesh and bones
have become unforgivable betrayals
of aging hearts,
liver,
kidney,
and libido,
ushering in the narcissistic pandemic.

Far too many bodies today strut designer labels
below the once thinking brain of infinite power,
now fantasizing muscles able to leap buildings
in less than a single bound,
the Superman,
the Superwoman,
buying into the imagined wanna-be reality
of digital-enhanced fantasy of power and money.

So goes media’s global virtual reality show,
Its subscription renewable in perpetuity.

And so…

Body past.
Body future.
Body alive.
Body manufactured.
Body once of love.
Body now of digital obedience succumbing.

Binary compulsion is the Caesar-flavor of the day.

Oh, for so many…

Survival was never an option,
save stubbornness of spiritual zealots,
those holders of yesterday’s beliefs,
mindlessly marching into the mulch of tomorrow.

Body history has succumbed.
Body fiction rules today.
Body future is becoming an oxymoron.

Such beckons the impending mental landscape of zeros and ones.

And for those thinking it stoppable…

An app is not likely to come soon.

Perhaps an android companion,
a mind cloning buddy to be the last vestige
of human-like behavior,
conceivably the last remaining
link to a body that once was?