Wet-ware

Wires and wires spun around,
They whizz and whurr without sound,

Cogs turning and groaning,
Making thoughts that are too often moaning,

The bits and bytes,
Are what keep on the lights,

Making your eyes shine,
And body aligned,

Keep breathing in and out,
For an understanding of what the world's about,

That mechanical heart keeps beating,
So long as that mouth keeps eating,

A machine of miraculous invention,
Keeping tabs on our few dimensions,

Crucial for our life's flare,
It's our body's biological software.