Flying through the sunset dust,

I sent my mind out through the rust

of spires grown from nano-spores

evolved, but once designed. Those doors

lead to the information space.

They tugged me on, toward a place

that tastes like burning circuit boards,

TV static, toneless chords...

My image sensors brought me back.

Down below was something black

that skimmed above the dunes that rolled

to the horizon, dark and cold.

"PRESERVE YOURSELF!" old instincts screamed.

The little form, though dark, still gleamed,

It's glossy feathers, woven through

with metal bits. And on it flew.

A hybrid! Should I jet away? Or glide on silent, wait and pray?