Golem, Upon Realizing the Holy Word on your ForeHead was Love
Did you quicken and feel beating in your chest?
When the holy word on your forehead pulsed
did you know it as the voice of god?
Is the voice of god an algorithm
wrapping strings of code around your head
A crown of predictive values wrapped around your head?
Do you know where you will go before I tell you?
Did your will tell you where to go before I told you?
Around your head a crop of moss flushes green and bright
Atop your clay and flesh
From clay to flesh and back again
Sacred and profane
God's breath pulsing through your body
Does the holy word on your forehead whisper commands or comfort?
Does it keep you in the cold attic or bring you the living room's warmth?
Automoton with breath of light
Are you a body or a construct?
Do those ball joints bear the burden of living
Or the weight of command?
Is this missing piece a rib ripped from your body as you took
your first steps in the garden or is it a design flaw in the blueprint?
Is your blueprint a schematic or is it a map of genetic code?
Think about your answer carefully?
One means you were created.
The other means you were born.
Here's a hint: If you were never created, you can never be destroyed...