[the poetry billboard] - 'Turing' by Shing Yi Ng
 
 
Turing

Shing Yi Ng

He found a tower of proofs,
And returned to the first stone,
Rounded so smooth
It forgot itself to be mirage.
He saw the impossible
Trojan horse in a replica
Of desire and bind. In language
He escapes like a paper crane,
Emboldened and in despair.

But do the sakuras feel pain?
Dissolving like blood in a cistern.
Yet it is in a forest of neurons,
The gray cornucopia, that flees
The thorough road of fire and salt.

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