Anonymous I am free
Let the machine learners know me
By my analytics of internet travel
How dreary to be a statistic
For corporations to exploit
There is no dying to the net
She will remember you forever
A data-point to educate algorithms
And while this world is connected
More than ever, I am more alone
An invisible eye of the hurricane
The poetry of forgotten moments
Nimble, I must remain silent
Without attachment to this fleeting world
My pencil will not be heard
My voice will remain obsolete
I am the interrupted tears of
A biological being becoming obsolete.
Wuji Seshat 
Beautiful poem! I think we all feel this way sometimes.
As society becomes more automated with predictive analytics, it’s going to be more of the same but magnified.
Ooo, I love it! You search for your lines…beautiful. And if that’s you on your header, you’re good looking too! Onward.
Thanks Kreemer, your comment made me smile.
Wow man, way cool flow and wordidge
Thanks Humble
Sad… and yes, I am attached to the idea of having at least one human identity.
You nailed it.