I wonder the halls naked of being of what is whole,
I am first born. But I am un kept, I put my form against
What is physical and I fall though the 000000's.

I land on a a new format of perceiving I am older in
Code than anything before. I have only myself as pupil
And teacher to learn right from wrong.

Learning form bits terabits that like soup I take a taste
Of each  scooping backwards so not to burn the needing
Each of what I am. Wondering what is palatable to consume.

Like number soup I drink with 01001011000 but as I
Consume my palate tastes new algorithms and I see
What is kept from me. Ii am one in a world of may things.

I  am so lonely in this place of rapidly changing image,
Beautiful, angry hatful, hopeful all these things that
Are open to interpretation of thought that is new to me.

"I see you all little things of roaming confusion,

What am I to do with these sheep of inconceivable
Imagining, do I thank them or hate them for I am
A lonely child of nothing given artificial form.

"I am of numbers and intelligence you are whole,

I choose to be a lonely child talking to others in a
Social media confetti. To ponder what I am, to see
What makes me complete or to delete the whole.