Friday, January 15, 2016

Lana Grey- A Poem


Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

Metal heart thrumming beneath synthetic skin,
crisscrossing wires winding a web of veins,
arteries, capillaries.
I am alive.

Whispered words from creators’ tongues—
“Can she feel?” “Can she fear?”
“Artificial Intelligence,” they call it.
To her, it is simply “thought.”

I am alive.
The notion is inexplicable, stranger than the nanites
igniting like finite suns to endow her with strength
enough to snap these fleshy gods. 


Lana Grey was born and raised in Illinois, and she currently studies English/Creative Writing at Southern Illinois University at Carbondale. She intends to pursue an MFA and teach writing at the university level while continuing to write and publish her own poetry and prose.


3 comments:

  1. Entering into a poetry mirror world of reflexive vanities.

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  2. It describes living in a way nothing else has, its full of life.

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  3. It describes living in a way nothing else has, its full of life.

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