This is what my computer tells me--
Is this an insult, or rhetoric that it spews?
An ontological question,
Coming from some fuse
Sometimes during
my dark night
of the soul
I wonder
If I am embodied
or an ethereal ghost
But the morning light
Streams in my faith
From the bedroom window
yet again.
The computer has
A nefarious rotating circle
That surrounds my visual plane....
I check my pulse
I feel the flesh and blood,
The flashing synapses
Of my brain,
The crooked life lines
That are traced on my hands.
The circle stops
its maddening cycle...
The cold metal and steel
Pulsates with judgement
And gives me redemption
After the many years I have prayed
I have been saved....
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