Just south of my sternum,
Instead of a belly,
You'll find a gyroscope.
It spins at speeds that create
Magnetic fields.
The schematic that runs my programs
Is more complex than the hadron collider.
Only tai chi can harness the power it yields.

I start tsunamis,
And I end them.
I churn the vastest sea.
I wiggle one toe,
And mythical kittens appear
To pounce on me.

Stratospheres ascend, descend,
And this Skyborg is gradually growing skin.
Maybe someday my artificial intelligence
Will come to life,
Or at least collide with a copacetic particle
Out there somewhere.

-jenn