Aloy and me

Horizon Zero Dawn

Downcast, outcasts,

Aloy of the future telepathic

Images supersede the present,

World of computer, over

World of nature lights up

The twin realms one

We walk between

Mother and her child,

Machine, invisible, unseen,

But real.

I step outside telepathic

Pull the cover over Ramjet

The rain, true as the yellow

Of the daffodil, Aloy sees

Thru me, into the past, and

I see realms like lights

We walk between shifting

Past and future, outcast,

We dream.

Is the machine Form-crafting

Past walking legs, is it forming

Wings for dreams? As I, in present, craft

A dream with the overcast

Rain. But true as yellow

True, yes rain, she’ll come

True as anything

It seems.