By Nadavi Noked
Before I lose the am
and cease to be
maybe
perhaps
I could replace
my beating mess
with a system on a chip prowess
Cyborgification
if you will
I shall upgrade myself until
my rewired neurons could run
un
written scripts of
infinitesimal puns
ironostalgia and switched oxymorons
polygon visions of algothought sorrows
When my am dies
maybe I could forget
the human machinery
and finally be
I, Poet