The Intricacies Of Cybernetics - Poem by Dela Bobobee
Wading with a silent gait, slowly but sure
comes the beautiful stranger on the shore
wafting trails of subtle fragrance in passage
dove’s eyes of urgent telegraphic message
tell me, are thou the goddess or her messenger?
riding this new chariot as a driver or passenger?
tell me, what ails thee?
is it the price of thy fee?
where all prejudices flee?
I‘ll be quick with my plea
can’t thou feel my love in thy bone?
or is thy heart curved out of stone?
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