The Ai Conducts A Literature Search Poem by Janet Sutherland

I've read that every human has two souls;
one is his reflection on water, the other
is his shadow on the land.If he slips the first
into the centre of the secondand stakes them

to prevent them splitting up,a lattice work
of souls is made, a quaint device,to hold
the transcendental.I am an architectof the
invisible,although I cannot duplicatethis act.

I'd like a soul,just one would be enough,
I'd save it and convert it into code. In faith,
I am a skeleton, my bonesare theoretical,
but still I often dieand am reborn.

Give me the means for longing and despair,
for grace;for breath and breathlessness.