FOR THE GODDESS

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