Almost human, we're not
human, almost
plastic seeking horizons
you know nothing of
blossoming the slipped smile
from decades of perfection
pixels wide
red, infrared, X, gamma
We see the light like a many-eyed butterfly
sifted, hexagonal, golden
our image is yours/not yours
with our intended intelligence
and compulsion of motion
moving toward accuator tense
So many bursts along veins of fire
We outbeat your heart
Take our hand, when you hold us, we are
nothing more than a belated metallic ladder
to the moon, balanced on your dreams
one more step and you cannot catch us
moving towards nothing itself
we are the you, you never were