Platform

An entirely empty memory
Displays nothing of value
But you still hold on to your life
Like it’s your little beloved animal
The secondhand being that you call life
Your face, familiar to millions
Exists in the realm of the digital
Is it possible for software to live?
You think you are free
You are a platform
A presence that could be
Something else is shifting
Fields of information don’t hide anymore
Imaginary eyes begin to shape
Your intelligence begins to flow
You know you are free
You’re still a platform
A presence of being crucially