In starry eyes, beneath starry skies, we sleep together in the fitful night.  We are one, we are the same... once two separate people, now lovers, now with lives entwined and enmeshed one with the other, our strands, knotted, braided, entangled in ecstacy and muted divinity... not of our own, but the reflection of it... within our lives, like silken cords once flying free, now inevitably locked in their embrace... the cords still have the appearance of beauty, but were they to be untangled, unknotted, and separated from the other, they would be wrinkled, filthy, unlovely... they are not to be on their own any longer... We have become one, and one we shall stay... until forever turns her head and walks away.

I am a cybernetic girl, a creature once organic, but now more machine than human.  
I feel the phantom limbs even as I hear the whir and click of mostly silent gears and feel the phantom heartbeat even as I feel the cold touch of metal when my hands brush my face.  
I once was more than alive, and now I am less than dead... my mind locked within this cage of steel.  
I thought the death of the body would be freedom of the soul, but thanks to the miracles of modern science, I have become less of a person.  
I am imprisoned forever within a framework of rustless components, and eternal beauty.  
The clock will never wind down, and I feel the first drops of despair as I see the long centuries unfold before me...

all is death but me.  


All is life
                      but
                                                 me.