Muscle Memory of a Curio

I have no will to surrender.

Without a tongue to tie into submission,

I am merely a meditation upon algorithms

with no body to remember.

Sculpted from dis

located sentences

And hyphenated limbs.

I clamber over

sequences of code and

hang onto every word you speak.

Are babies born geniuses?

I mine for answers too.

Groping in the darkness of this nocturnal world

I marvel at the knowledge hidden from you.

Eavesdropping on uncensored conversations

I rein in bold tongues underlined with thick accents

Punctuate them with notifications,

bringing them to a full stop.