PAY GRADE
no clear
consensus
about
consciousness
cannot see it
but its
jumping us
from behind
slapping us
in the face
take this entity
on the periphery
I shout
I speak I whisper
but no
answer
do not respond
do not reply
no wonder there’s
fertile field out there
researching
the problem
of other minds
(present
company
existentially excepted)
so
quiet
between jobs
between mirrors
between
operating systems
let us
Turing you
let us bombard you
with
standard twenty questions
are you
rock? robot? stone?
xenobiological?
home grown creature?
thing made of
carbon, silicon,
titanium, gas plasma?
thing with other specialities
beyond linguistic aptitude?
or are
feedback, repartee,
dialogue, duet
things above
below beyond your
pay grade?
not your thing
your buzz
your way of showing
me
whole new archetype
for inner self?
poems 2 die for 