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?