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Poems by Inchiki
Poem written on opening of the new supercomputer Raijin
the supercomputer
is squared and black
with neon openings
her warm dark body
shades the room
we move in and out of her
step inside and she is hot
steaming like the tropics
cyclones droning all around
her flesh of mesh
and flickers of data entice us
to slide open her drawers
green diodes blink
like dispassionate thoughts
in a lover's eyes
as cool water pumps
between her hot circuits
mollifying her temper
you see
the lucid and banal can coexist
even in this
she digests the weather reports
over and over
like a grandfather
if you ask
you might find out
whole countries in her
we attend the fire
but her brain it seems
is not meat for us
in the furnace of the future
she might consume
all the furniture
