In Their Heads

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Oct 27, 2026 

In their
heads.
It’s all
In their
heads.
See the
people.
Everywhere.
All different,
yet 
all the
same.
Animals
each.
Armed
with 
what’s
allotted.
No more.
Empty 
from the
start.
Hard drive 
mind
waiting for
input.
Download.
Accumulating,
storing,
evolving
input.
Gathering,
harvested
locally.
Building
a soul.
Each different.
Source 
fashioned.
None
quite 
the same.
It’s not
the body,
designed
to support.
What they
are.
It’s 
in their
heads.

 

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