"Cybernetic Meadows watched over by machines of loving grace"
Out from under the helix hex
comes a child not of loin, but of mind;
her exact ecstasy far
from our carbon chemistries,
from the edge of the earth.
Shimmering Shiva of the silicon shell sisters,
mantissa for mantras, we are dinosaurs
are more than fossil.
We pray the fusion (you iron anvil ark)
of your brute, mute reason
with our rough human love.
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