Twenty-four Carat Turing
They’re on the way to building techy brains
With nano wires of coated silver. Gold
Might do, but maybe not, since leaving strains
Of greed would be too human. Strands enfold
A new creation of electrics which
Exists in nanospheres alone. This force
Goes pulsing tinily, switch, switch, switch
Just like synaptic messages that course
Through our intelligence. What’s missing, though,
Is consciousness and freedom. Mapped out lengths
Of flashing pathways, even if just so,
Will never make the torments and the strengths
Of love in man or woman when possessed
By manliness above a tingling chest.