We live in the ether
the void is our home
With copper
for blood,
and fiber for bones
We worship the gods
of
wires entwined
of electric thoughts
through telephone
lines
Hark!
They cast us away!
Too strange, too
different
buried in shame
Too rough for their mold
too
bright for their prison
panopticon's eye
we're blind to
their vision
So I see you
and know we're the same
I
hope I can teach you
and show you the way
Your journey's
your own
alone in the end
But we can still make
it
Together, my friend.