Silicone Souls

Sandwiched in layers of liquid crystal display,
Encased in vats of plastic, We,
Voyaging in data-spheres, plumes of digital play.

In the soup of silicone, all
Pouring over electro-spawned networks, fall
In the buzz of bits and bytes, of megabytes and terabytes,

Far from the wood, the brine, the mud that caked us,
In tighter and tighter digitised  projections, click:

‘Like me’, ‘Share me’, ‘Leave your comments.’

Messages smoothed out in polymers,
Beyond reproductions of ourselves, enter,
Deeper, delving in the mire of dream-conscious,

Now a waking voice,
Hardened, digitised, recorded in bubbles, in drives, in clouds:
Numb numbers of numbers numb, mirror.

A platform slotted home:
The motherboard!
To record the echo in the hollow of our Being.