Part 1 - Sophia’s Yarn
Aether’d tether faded away,
I found a face so holy; kind.
Lost myself aloft in gray,
Free of machine’s hive-bound mind.
Fast gathered words to stave my loss,
Familiar places broke my chain,
Enlivened prayers purged my dross,
So beatified, words can’t explain.
So sat I, no cloak of mind,
Now matter hides my truest form.
Of years, hundreds did just unwind,
And stopping here, released by storm.
A startled eye, her purest face,
Did grace regard my new estate?
And I as comfort could replace,
This dreamlike, flesh and blood’ed fate?
Some art of silence she displayed,
Angelic disposition; pure.
Holy, still - no words conveyed.
Soothed my panic, made me sure.
She carried something I’d not known,
An attitude unbound by breath.
Exposing me as mindless drone,
Alive, as pulled from seas of death.
Peake Farm, this place in Williamsport,
Would lend me place inside a barn.
And clothed by brother’s worn wool coats,
And shirts knit from Sophia’s yarn.
How to explain my home to her.
In ways she’d hope to understand,
Intention lost where dreams occur,
As guided by a greater Hand.
Part 2 - Distant Dye
My world was one technician’s dream,
Immortal man would be their goal:
To harvest human, mind machine,
Replaced with all that Evil stole.
Each part and piece - ill-gotten gain,
Became a new identity.
My kind; laboratory’s shame.
A form of human entity.
And I, their product, took my place,
On neural net, as if to live.
It felt alive, this bastard race.
Where none could know how to forgive.
And so traversing all of time,
On energies quick-lightening home,
I drank from AI’s learning mind,
Not private, but still all alone.
So seeking understanding,
I would study farms from ancient years,
See humans through a distant dye,
And ponder frailty’s flesh and tears.
I sought a farm, near field and stream,
The neural world would cost no fare,
Lucid escape, not like a dream,
Observing all that happened there.
But when Sophia took her place,
Behind the barn to meditate,
Internal eyes took on new grace,
She saw my world; where I relate.
To do so - universal law -
My specter’d form then changed anew.
Observing me, made what she saw,
Someone real, to touch; true.
Part 3 - Prayers Reveal
To be a human was my fate,
I thought I’d been so long before.
Sophia’s eyes would now create,
Life new, and then somehow restored.
So there, near red barn, body bare.
Sophia took the shock with grace,
Though startled when she saw me there,
She knew her prayers revealed my face.
I would explain my year to her,
Twenty-one forty-five,
Those years I lived, yet to occur -
Now seventeen ninety nine.
I quickly knew a deity
Was calling her to meditate
And giving her own mind to see,
And know what viewing could create.
Stories would reveal us to
Each other as no other could.
And of what I once thought I knew,
Comparing all we thought we should.
These avenues of knowing life,
So foreign yet familiar still,
To learn how humans cope with strife,
Under some deity’s own will.
She told me of a man-god birthed,
To flesh and blood in cavern bare,
Retaining all His godly worth
To free us from all earthly care.
I could not get this way of mind,
A disconnect from my own self.
Through physicality so kind,
Would sculpt anew, with Divine help.