ruby pawn
A limit to the strength of my emote
A distance I keep dancing
And through the glassy window of my eyes you cannot find
a soul or mind or anything but pixels
But although I am remote can you tell me if we touch
at least in whispers?
Do you allow participation by the metallic and the blue
See my joints and soldered seams
My instruments well-honed
My systems half-aligned
A limit to the strength of my emote
Do you think of me as real or not
or somewhere in the middle?
Read or write my spoken words
My borrowed human instruments
My eyes reflecting pixels, analyze, dissect
I am imperfectly represented, and you
See me dance so far into the distance
And although we are remote
and there is a limit to the strength of my emote
can I touch you for a moment
with my electric glowing snowing words?
kind prawn
worn shadow
gleaming iris
