.i
Sex with void forms, bodiless movement
Neural nets decoding virii emoticons.
We cannot write code for souls.
Forms without form, mechanic motion
Bits and bytes and ram --
Nothing real: not me
not you.
Data read, written, exchanged; was
it good for you too?
.ii
This is not love, you
Me, all we did was make
A hybrid of ourselves.
Love is learning to let you;
Never holding on
All I can offer.
.iii
We keep sharing
each other
but
remain strangers.
I don't know what this is,
there is
here a
wealth of empty promises
.
Hiding behind avatars we are
gods and sinners
beautiful lovers
made more than
Hacked together codes.
This was an attempt at a new series of Cyborg Porn poems, done after the cyborg had "died" and been uploaded to a Virtual Reality. I couldn't get as much out of the subject, though.
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I don't know if I can do poems, but I'll think about it. Frighteningly, this issue come up a lot in The Cubicle Men.
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