0-Null
by Anthony Bernstein
I am photonic-born to surf the double-helix to zero.
I break churning temporal tides and jigsaw the moments.
I am paradox engines leaking coils and rays of raw neon.
From the bowels of a theoretic age I arrive,
serving spoils from the banquets of technology.
My argent form, gleaming with alloys yet fashioned,
offers tubes and spliced wiring.
My stainless lips spin words of liquid mercury
delivered with a silver tongue.
My shuttered eyes, glowing dark as dead stars,
comprehend the amok theater of your tomorrows.
I seed your porous skull thick with juggernauts
of autonomic micro-machinery.
Your brains, now jumbled circuitry,
accept their neo-mechanization.
You are molded by the hands of time
into the penultimate anomaly.
I am the lunatic equation.