The Mormon Overdrive

Placed in L5
spinning in axis
The black metal engine
waits for its master


The Laban fires her jets
and moves into position
bringing the overdrive
into the hold


The symbols on the case
are hard to read
so I load a translation firmware
burned in the silicon implants
from powdered stone
that were once my eyes

on Mormon overdrive
to the stars

I am what I once was
and lo my soul has grown
to a lordly compass within

the souls of the ten million
tiny
robots

that make me who I am

I can no longer drink wine
the gray suffused into my veins

I can no longer smoke
because I no longer breathe
I eat once a week
or whenever I need
to add new parts

do androids dream of electric sheep?
I wait
in reefersleep
and take care of those within

asleep
frozen

waiting
like comets
on an arc of new life
like the waking limb
pins and needles
pins and needles


and stars and songs
nice to know you

Goodbye