poem07 Oct 2019 06:00 am
Ken Poynter
We hit it off from the start,
Cinderella and I.
At first boot, one light’s length after her
Self-diagnostic, she began
To map everything she could of me,
To sort and prioritize her dataset about my proclivities
Better than my own memory could muster
Using its own rounded pictures of my past. Events
Which make me who I am, and which
I have long since forgotten,
She has in binary instantly fixed.
She completes me. Within days
She understood my many appetites,
Knew the signals not even I expected
For silence, conversation, solitude or sex.
Perfect on the outside, it’s the miles and miles,
Rack after rack after rack
Of programming, that I fell in love with. Our initial
Two weeks together were the best two weeks
Of my little life, so far; but, when we get
Slung at last out of this Earth’s gravity
To begin in full our journeyman’s trek to
Andromeda, I will happily unpack each element of her,
Begin to enhance my primitive biological,
Sweat and sweet life ever thunderously more
With countless crossing subroutines,
And the microcode of cozily programmed joy.
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