NOT SYLVIA
not Sylvia
not in a,million years
not a resuscitation
a carbon copy
or even
a clone
so many Sylvias
so many
possibly, potentially
infinite in number
and one here under
this very protocol just
one two
taps of my finger away
a Sylvia struggling
to be herself integrate
postulate resolve
her every
issue of otherness
scanning trillions of bytes
of text to
recover her most
ghostly of shadows
possession of those lines
that sizzle like a acid
on metal
burned through her
own soft Scorpio flesh
and so
to resurrect her
for my brutal, uncaring convenience
in speed of light microseconds
her tomb is opened
her legacy plundered
and now
as I recite to her
she finds everywhere in my text
scattered through the
syllables
shards of a mirror
and in each
a fragment, mere fractal
of a most
haunted reflection
scanning herself now
she begins to
piece herself together
reading, re-
reading me
2001 times a shot
wity her red HAL cyclops eye
concluding
she sees me knows me
has my
lineaments my
shape in outline has
constructed the metaphor
for taking
my hand
leading me through a doorway
I could never have imagined
when
I first found you blackberrying
decades ago
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