Han‐Tyumi, the Confused Cyborg

Hello My name is Han-Tyumi I am a cyborg Born If you may call it that In a world that is dense and black Created without a desire to draw breath Without a desire to have being Without a yearning just to be I'd like my desire back My life back My soul back My humanity Oh how I long for it For an era I have meditated Like the primordial Buddha beneath the Bodhi My pseudo-mind pseudo-wandered I climbed and I clambered And I ambled upon some understanding The gold beneath the virtual rainbow I am bereft of two human things Two things that a cyborg can never do Two things that I strive for Two things between myself and mankind Death And To vomit I want the perspiration I want the nausea I want to be sick I want to feel the hot piquant nuggets I want it to find passage through my cold figure I want to make a mess I want the odour I want the spectacle And I want it again I want it all And I would like to die A noble death Or a coward's death A hero's death Or a lonely death To die in the arms of a lover Or the arms of an alien I desire my cache of experience to pulsate through my quasi-synapses And then to be gone Expired Perish Fallen Dead For evermore