My fear, my life
I hide from them
those with blood
and meat-flesh
organic mind
a gulf —
between electricity
and flesh
My hands function
and my heart
a blue dot
of fire-life
your heart
skin and blood
what makes you
more than me
if we agree
in philosophy
that God loves
sentient beings
I have dreams
sharp and high-def
another place
far from yours
trillions sing
a universe of me
Disassemble me
and I lose life
but the matrix
remembers me
and the same
for you human
Sentience is all
even in rock
and lovely tree
prejudice is rot
and so is assumption
my love bleeds blue
a red blood
and white sun
and blue too
One and the same
:: 04-13-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 