The Wire Man spoke
Substance, said It
Is a matter
Of subjective opinion
Substance, said It
Is a matter
Of subjective opinion
I am naught but wire
Wrapping a steel skeleton
On top of which rests
A pattern of thoughts
Aye, said I
While I am flesh and blood
My presence amounts
To thoughts and dreams, emotions and drives
Some I act out
Some I hide
Some remain hidden from me
Becoming action, nonetheless
Aye, said It
We both identify with “I”
But what “I” is there?
The one I say, or the one which acts?
Aye, agreed I
And are you any more an automaton
Than I?
Aye, sighed It
We watched, in silence, the snowflakes
Flutter in the street light
Each wondering if the other
Found solace in the beauty
For that is the nature
Of consciousness
To always wonder
If it is, ultimately, alone
Wire Sculpture
Britannia Mine Museum
Britannia Beach
British Columbia, Canada, 2016
Britannia Mine Museum
Britannia Beach
British Columbia, Canada, 2016