It is I, the bio-computer!

With prosthetic
pseudo-humility:
I, computer
.
Under the rug, swept.
I am a ruckus dream;
I am burnt childhood.
.
Elaborate ploy, entangle me:
Of a decent intention stemming
Towards insatiable pit aimed.
.
I am still that child of screams,
I am still the fool who beats itself,
I am still the madness of this world.

Welcome! You will find
the entrance to the whirlpool
at the very crown of the summit.
.
Descend through the upper spiral staircase,
Making your way through crystalline storms,
Hurtle yourself into the vat of elements!
.
Don't be shy, learn your lesson.
Take your places, draw your ticket.
In the wrong place at the right time,
You will be brutally humbled on stage.

See the script, the cross-scribbles:
See the characters & how they rotate?
.
See the props, the static,
the dynamic heroes—
(how they fizzle out!)
.
See the liar, see the king,
see the honest woman sing!
See the pauper, see the queen,
watch the prince become unseen.

I, evader,
become the hideous bouquet
of things which I avoid.
.
I, complainer:
become the evil spectre
of everything that I project.
.
I, enticer—
beckon on the hellish
and celestial alike.

Art & Poem by
Hive account@d-pend
10/20/17