APHRODITE POEMS
FOR THE GODDESS
machine is
imitation goddess
is
distillation
those Greeks eyes,,
unbounded
pondering what
big business might be
cooking up
on high Olympus
savants of definition
Sphinxes of distinction
let me set
a feast, something
of a sore sight for
in coming purity of battle
between human and machine
being one in
holiest harmony and conjunction
with all that is
one with
fissure certain
throughout the cosmos
idyll of true
electronic dream