Self-Actualization/Self-Design

 Self-Actualization/Self-Design

To deteriorate is an art.

Each morning, my bones

ache and snap— one by one.

I grip my flesh and pry it apart,

shedding my skin like leaves

in the winter. I’m making room

for my new and improved model.

Flesh is too unforgiving.

It scars and burns and flakes

off. With new implementations—

arteries of wire, carbon fiber musculature,

stainless steel face plates—

imagine the strength I wield.

I wanna be painless.

Privileged to never sweat,

never bleed, never cry.

Construct my frame with me,

hand in cybertronic hand.

Upload my consciousness,

integrate my processors.

Make me an archetype of proficiency—

efficient, effective, and effortless.