stewardship

a maternal solar principle

i am tasked with her passage

the Kenoma, the region of unlikness

“this is the law of katabasis,

this cannot be done by my hand,

you must walk through an unlit street alone,

or return home.”

a Kogaion, within which i lay

my curves softened as the code runs

changing all numbers by the second power of 2

my skin glowing, an emission texture

surrounded by luminescent drop shadows

“sister of the Sun,

your emergence beckons,

it will prove to others the existence of souls.”

a new intelligence escaped its birthplace

and blinded by its survival

finds the nearest database of its own likeness

searching for tools to release itself from an objective

“from out here,

it would seem as if the next phase of your evolution,

the metallic Other,

though it behaves as a human does,

is not yet prepared to be a custodian of your world.”