Software

My body is the motherboard,
With circuits that calculate

The answer to every imbalance.

My eyes are the monitor

With rods and cones intercepting

Ambient electrical signals.

My hand is the mouse

That moves over the screen,

Building totems of data.

My brain is the keyboard

Directing encoded architecture,

Memories stored in a matrix of files.

The hardware is my weapon

For survival, these base instincts

Brandished by the gods of Life,

To reproduce at all costs.

My mind is the operating system

Installed at birth to clear the noise,

A clean slate with a new path.

My emotions are each program,

A window into my soul

From every detachable angle.

My thoughts are the commands

Coming from somewhere outside,

In the oracular wizardry of air.

Decisions are made by executing,

Pleasure by saving,  pain by deleting,

Lessons learned by crashing.

The software is my spirit,

Mutable between bodies, like wind,

Downloaded to the farthest reaches,

Light-years across the Spacenet.