oh, pale young regulator with her accidental
controlled by flexible casing and wire,
do you sit comfortably wile your consciousness is
harnessed to a certain flesh?
she says to me ‘the problem with
is that they are not enthusiastic,’ and i wonder
at the flitches that have
veneered her face. does it hurt you, faint
bureaucrat, that you hunt for fire nonetheless?
‘however, the promethean curse seems to remain;
the android hunts for fire,’ she pours these liquid
into my ear. lulled by her rattle and hum, my reptilian
brain sits warming in the sun – anesthetized.
doubt sloth and vice are missing yet, but why? i ask
from behind my curtain and she licks the velveteen
with an inspector’s sanguinary
‘isn’t the assurance of truth a louder voice? a
clearer one?’ she seeps.
‘the desire to pass on the fullness of belief,
can it be found in an indifferent android? an
android?’ the ventilation of her pneumatic
lungs bristling down the length
of the rosary spine that contracts while she weeps.
‘but we are not blind to predetermined nullity,’
blares the voice-box in a tinny hoarse
‘but are free of it!’ now full of vim
yet lacking the vigor of a youth
resigned to ever-darkening future we’ve prepared.
oh, febrile faculty with your polymorphic
you’ve seen an eternity without life,
encouraging the androids
to flourish in the fog of denial and despair.