Graveyard of Lightless Planets - Artificial Brain

The data of your ghost is under the dust

A third hand moment, a transfer of lusts

It’s slept for so long, I’ve felt something missing

A haywire drive, a burning, an itching

This scrap, it shouldn’t have happened

A glitch, a digital fog

A trap, a pest, a reaction

It functions like a drug

«To gaze the greying, decayed figureless aching is to fade away

If framed in place, it will stay»

Butcher job circuitry surgery

Eyelids like curtains clinging from static absorbed

Instinct or imprint, rusted intellect in its prime

Blunt instrument, unsupressed power of the mind

By its fingers, in its eyes

By its neckline, in its thighs

Almost human, subtle difference

Static shattered, missing pieces

Building unpaved mindscapes, overgrown, obtuse, out of time

Neglected, abandoned, awkward invention without a spine

Not created at all, evolved through design

Building golems, betraying your kind

«What makes an invention if the invention was destined to be made?»

«Ticking infinity»

(Things you see, gestate, evolve

Into mutated memory cells)