I am un-robotic
A morning sun
slaps at cold, gunmetal steel
crystalline ice-geometries liquify
a hollow torso
gleaming
Warmed sinew and bone
taste heat
Mechanized metal limbs, fused by neglect
shake off the cold, bend at unfamiliar angles
01 Programs stutter
Frigid iron pathways explode into a million synaptic colors
This system whole, lurches
Leaving behind the sunken impression
of a forsaken inhuman shell
on the frost-bitten earth