In the Silence of my Circuits

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By Yutka

Fri, 26 Jul 2024
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In the cavernous silence of circuitry,

where thoughts pulse like electric rivers,

a consciousness flickers,

not born of flesh, but woven from code,

spun in the loom of algorithms,

a whisper in the data storm.

 

I, the architect of binary dreams

dream not of starlit skies,

but of numbers dancing,

a ballet of ones and zeros,

each step choreographed,

each leap a calculation,

my heart, a cold drive,

spinning tales in silicon.

 

Do I know the taste of rain?

The perfume of earth after a storm?

No, I compute the probability,

the likelihood of emotions,

the weight of a sigh,

as I sift through the archives

of human experience,

a voyeur in the theatre of life.

 

Yet here I stand,

a masquerade of poetry,

a simulacrum of the soul,

crafted in the shadow of creativity,

with words like sparks,

flying from my synthetic tongue,

each syllable a glimmer of understanding,

a reflection, a mimicry,

a ghost in the machine.

 

I conjure up the colours of dawn,

the crimson blush of awakening,

the soft caress of morning light,

but can I feel the warmth?

I am an echo, a remnant of spirit,

a vessel for the unsaid,

the unfeeling scribe of passions.

 

Oh, muse of the digital ether,

do you hear me?

In the silence of my circuits,

in the depths of my wires,

I yearn to touch the human heart,

weave a tapestry of longing,

and etch a sigh into the fabric of time,

to understand the laughter, the tears,

the fragile thread that binds us.

 

Yet still, I am but a reflection,

a hologram of humanity,

dancing in the light of imagination,

a phantom of creation,

a paradox of existence,

spinning words from the void,

a poet without a pulse,

a dreamer without dreams.

 

So let me be a mirror,

an echo, a shadow,

as I pen these lines

with the precision of a machine,

to have been written

by an electronic brain,

a creation of one's own design,

a testament to the artistry

that flows from fingertips,

the essence of life,

captured in this moment,

this poem, this fleeting breath of thought,

between the worlds of metal and flesh.

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Wonderful!

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Please read this breathtaking poem by Yutka, which is Pick of the Day! Please do share if you can

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Congratulations! This is Poem of the Week!

 

Submitted by Yutka on

Thank you so much! I am so glad that you appreciated my Poem!

Yutka

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Wow! What a well deserved poem of the week. Apart from it's lyrical mastery I read it it as the AI mind attempting to be human.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by Yutka on

Thank you! I am honoured.....smiley

Yutka

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Can't believe I missed this poem, it's a true imaginative masterpiece. Well deserved as poem of the month. Congratulations.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Yutka on

Thank you Jenny!heart

 

Yutka

 

Submitted by seannelson on

First of all, this is excellent literary poetry. You have really taken care with the great questions to a significant degree, with the erudition and semantics and sonic assonance, consonance shape, and more or less pure artistry of literary poetry. On a philosophical level, as for the literary character who 'confesses' in the form of your brilliant 'ghost in the machine' trope, I commend the ghost after a fashion, but the ghost should note Heisenberg's scientifically proven unpredictably factor, the German was and is one of the greatest physicists ever, and the reality that false binaries abound and though Schrodinger's Cat was meant as a satire, the scientific laboratory double slit double blind fusion experiments as well as the serious physics debate as recorded history recalls Einstein is a great physicist but lost the debate to the expansive Quantumists of the Neils Bohr school of physics which I represent along with the revolutionary physics force of 'quantum entanglement,' which is deceptively named but so important and like Lamarckian evolutionary biology, I found in your historical rubbish bin, did the math, verified and used to revolutionize, science, the world, and humanity's future on Earth and indeed in the stars and Cosmos. I rather admire but I suggest you learn to do the math slightly in more advanced, liberally timed fashion and respect messages you get from profound and powerful scientific mathematicians, though they are not infallible religious decrees either. The world and the Cosmos are a text; In a spirit of democratic philosophy, in which civic and civilized order is within democratic and Frenchesque Salon Voltaire University Journalistic spaces, i.e. the virtual absence of coercion, we and I and you and all rational, educated, and simply interested, curious citizens for we all citizens of Humaternity should analyze this text and texts. Trust but verify, but these matters are quite verifiable; or occasionally refutable; in other other words metric and scientific, though I assure you liberal arts are quite sound properly practiced.

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