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Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

POEM: Cyborg

Posted on April 23, 2021 by B Gourley

it's the bits of machinery
that play out the chicanery
the cogs that grind against the gears
are devils without whims or fears
only sins writ in corrupt code

traced out by the edges and nodes
systems of systems are networked
to play the game, then go berserk

and I'm a ghost in that bad code

7 thoughts on “POEM: Cyborg”

Artist/Poet_JayMoraShihadeh on April 23, 2021 at 7:52 pm said:

Nice, I like this one ☝🏼

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- B Gourley on April 23, 2021 at 7:57 pm said:
  
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T.J.S. Sherman on April 23, 2021 at 8:43 pm said:

I’m the ghost in that bad code would make a great starting line to a cyberpunk novel.

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- B Gourley on April 23, 2021 at 9:18 pm said:
  
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P Squared on April 23, 2021 at 10:52 pm said:

A bit like Neo in Matrix, no?

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K.Hartless on April 24, 2021 at 1:26 am said:

So brilliant. I love this sins in corrupt code.

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- B Gourley on April 24, 2021 at 4:26 am said:
  
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