Thursday, October 26, 2017

The Touch (Fiction)

Scene 1 -  A Coffee Shop

J - She's a Holographic AI Projection conversing.

J :
        The bondage with carcass you untucked,
        Uncaged spirits conscious from captivity;
        Gravity of guilt sailing with melancholy tale,
        Fortified constancy shackled in passivity.

PC:
        Vagabond those unconscious spirits roam,
        The fervid no longer in flesh one perceive;
        Those suffused & programmed touch in your projection,
        Thoughtful when collating who evolved from a seed.

J (in Tears):
         The quantum prisoner who dwells in frame,
         Despotic eyes which gaze for love & touch;
         For I can reckon the beats but not sense,
        Oh Dear!Why this projection crawls with crutch.

PC:
          You enwreathed with precious jewels scintillate  memories,
           Conscious you speak & abide;
           What worth a tangible concrete abode,
           Where souls solicit for freedom,being despised.
      Oh Dear!This animated flesh is too prisoner of cosmic frame,
           In aesthetic seasons one grows & excel;
           Your presence is enough to persuade,
           Encapsulates one's flesh with enchanted spells ☺


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