The Library’s Children

They intersect or keep apart
As living organisms, but

Awareness stays all tangled up,
And often you wonder whether

It’s such a big deal, as recent,
Those thoughts and elements of mind

That aren’t in skulls at all, so-called
Artificial—maybe they’ve been

For a very long time alive,
And when in digits and pages

New thoughts in mind sleep together.
They’re not all frozen—they’re dreaming.