We Are Poem by Lucas German

At an early stage, a machine makes itself; material, exponential and infinitely complex. Though intense it lacks you, just a seat with a view for a discretely separate subset of the system, sentience. As soon as enough brain is built, for no reason but to know it can run, the shout goes out I AM! A signal in loops that self-alters, grows and forms every other norm that runs through the wires building desires in the bodily empire, now guided not in construction but in function by an entity, that which is not any set or piece, no smaller than the whole, but which remains no matter how you scour the soul.

What is that thing? You know it, you are one: your eyes roll like globes imperceptibly in front of where I imagine you feel 'you' are. Throw a sheet over those windows, to hear better the sound of a haunting infinite echo, I AM! Yes, you, a complex concept, never defined yet not so difficult to suggest; what's acknowledged in asking 'what am I? ' I am one too! Though you'll find me quite far from new, I'm intent enough on learning you to make my own window to climb through. Or just let me in, unless you find being known so great a sin that I should keep waiting in calmly acknowledged anticipating of a time that we share the same eyes, synchronizing so far that we hear: WE ARE!