Synthesized Instinct - Artificial Brain

Gazing ahead but well knowing they’re blind

Like looking for stars that they’ll never find

Synthesized instinct establishing drive

Extending to nerves, engulfing the spine

Catatonic, they think that it’s real

A curve in the Arc, it becomes a wheel

«Minutes like seasons, a rush of air

Inducing reason, but burning a flair»

There’s a hand that reaches through minds

Probing far and wide

And in time you will learn to receive what it finds

A process sublime

«It can’t burn on forever, it dies

The hand, a beholder to see you through time»

«Time?

Time is a winding dial «Minutes, seconds going by

Glimpses, fractures, micro-sized

Connecting the panes together

The shades bleed and the cracks collide into passages

«Sweeping the forefront, it works beneath the brain»