to my cybernetic and my fleshly family

my computer's burning up
as with fever
meaning there's no fire
far as I know
except maybe
on the inside
as happens
signaled by devices
on our foreheads
or elsewhere

the machine is old
I guess
in the way
machines like this
get old
though my senses
as a hobbit
and a Luddite
get confused

but last night
like the theatre after hours
my machine
went dark
in something like
an impulse toward survival
I imagine

it came back
and might endure
in spates
of time
and functionality
perhaps

in the mean time
(like the theatre)
I might have to go dark
myself
here
and also there

not that the world won't change
because of all
good things that might be
happening
because of you

thank you
be well
following seas
I'll be in touch
as I can
(not may
this time
depending on my own
battery life)
until with
a new device
I guess

then
returning shall be more or less
indefinite
not undefinite
like certain questions
that some of our work
intentionally
proposes

Christopher


photo by CHUTTERSNAP on Unsplash
(and blue's my favorite color, sigh)