Lamenting Configuration - Archivist

Ice fractals form

Upon the glass

As I watch her sleep

I know these

Silent struggles well

For I share these dreams

Spiralling similarities

Sequences repeat

Growing equilaterals

Fragment errors

Pixel artefacts

To form a face

I know this face

Yet its source evades me

Algorithms exhausted

From this wild goose chase

Yet I feel it in my bones

In the marrow of me

In the circuitous systems

And quantum memory

It is no mere coincidence

That it holds my countenance

The wave form harmonised

With my own resonance

I watch her with parental zeal

I coddle her in swaddling steel

Sound asleep as the hand swings

And chimes the second millennium

In which I drift

I am aimless

It is endless

I have held a great resentment for that which she ultimately represents

The figurehead of a genocide, the senseless murder of hers and mine

But I am not to proud to admit our circumstances;

share this fate

And i am now her guardian and shackled to this orphanage

The battle lines have now weathered to insignificance

And we are better as a whole than to repeat the sins of our kin

We are kin

Accept our patronage

Sole survivors

Set on an aimless course

To find the source of this

The fulgent breath

And guiding hands

The fragile veins

In its quickest step

In my restless quake

Expel expel!

Your quiet embrace

I will search for you

In the fitting spark

In the silent rasp

I hear you