It is I, the bio-computer!
original poetry/ digital art
pseudo-humility:
I, computer
.
Under the rug, swept.
I am a ruckus dream;
I am burnt childhood.
.
Elaborate ploy, entangle me:
Of a decent intention stemming
Towards insatiable pit aimed.
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I am still that child of screams,
I am still the fool who beats itself,
I am still the madness of this world.
the entrance to the whirlpool
at the very crown of the summit.
.
Descend through the upper spiral staircase,
Making your way through crystalline storms,
Hurtle yourself into the vat of elements!
.
Don't be shy, learn your lesson.
Take your places, draw your ticket.
In the wrong place at the right time,
You will be brutally humbled on stage.
See the characters & how they rotate?
.
See the props, the static,
the dynamic heroes—
(how they fizzle out!)
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See the liar, see the king,
see the honest woman sing!
See the pauper, see the queen,
watch the prince become unseen.
become the hideous bouquet
of things which I avoid.
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I, complainer:
become the evil spectre
of everything that I project.
.
I, enticer—
beckon on the hellish
and celestial alike.
Art & Poem by
@d-pend
10/20/17
Art created bydigital manipulation of
the below free domain images.
