Standing at the edge of the void, reaching into the ether and screaming
"I am here!" Were you? Or merely an image - a perfectly curated mirror of
yourself put out into the world for others to see and admire?
Flesh of metal,
bones of wire,
staring into the mirror wondering:
which is the real me?
Writhing in agony,
the pious one waits patiently
for a God that does not listen.