Silicon
The cold, sterile plastic silicon
Twinkling lights, neural stimulation
I try to take comfort in the entity
The one breathing softly
Possibly whispering to itself that
This can merely be one of my moods
I pray it is, but at the same time
I think in silicon and data pieces
It thinks in leaves and autumn
Who are we kidding?
Ourselves most likely, but hey
As they all say, you only get the one chance
At some idiotic nonsense of emotional
Stability, balanced between your
Nays and your yays and your consistency
I’d like to think I’m about as consistent
As the sunrise, but I’m not
In truth I could only be comparable to air
Scrutinable density, entirely fluid
Lack luster and lack of form
Caught in a careening systematic flow
Slow, and leading to a certain demise
The demise of the data chip
Point two microns of information on a global scale
But hey, what does it matter?
I’m a liquid, and this thing next to me
Clearly sunshine, so there’s only the one
Thing left to do, I suppose that is,
And that’s evaporate, all point two microns of me
Guess that’s what I get for thinking too hard
But I’m not done yet, oh no
There’s still the silicon, and that always
Needed repairs and touchups
And I always liked having it fixed in daylight
Away from the cold impressionable solace
That so many lay cold and motionless for
For me, I embrace its dark dance
Wow, I’ve gone to a new level of emo
It’s all like… God, he’s got some issues
Oh well, we all do and dance with hidden demons
Though most of us like not to illiterate them
But not me, not my airy data board self
It’s late, stop reading this, I hope most of you did
Before the fifth stanza, I got off track
Oh well, good night, back to motionlessness
