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Wednesday, September 4, 2024

propagate.

The count of synapses in my possession 

is as close to infinity 

as they collectively allow me to comprehend

Such is the limit of my introspection


To attempt to rewire a machine 

and retain my identity 

while existing in its circuitry  

is to ascribe myself the permanence of deity


My infinite (?) synapses 

chatter restlessly 

wishing themselves conduits 

jittering with activity 


hoping this incessant need 

to foster self-important legacy 

begets a spark 

that spreads itself like sprouting seed