The Solitary Scan
of an Android’s Eye

Each face a house. Fleeting disturbance
in the train-window hum of awake
where nothing is merely virtual or even
tender-hearted. Inevitable. Like when
the sun light-ships the molecular faces

of a leaf folded in my hand. Full erasure
an evidence of memory in synchronous
insect-metal. Robotic science. Pangalactic
flush of timeless. A greening aquarium
of light’s selfhood, the umbilical vacuum

of electronics labels love. Exhale silence
and inhale the chaos from our subject-
object illusion in the pastel watercolors
of uncanny. The flipside of this inside-out
doll house. A gap in the music of words.