The two of us set out on shaky legs,
to walk the park’s circuit before they lock
the creaking gates on strollers and their dogs.
The hour hand saunters close to eight o’clock,
you glance up at the twilight tinted boughs,
expressing equal wonderment and shock
at everything the world tosses at you,
while I am plagued by constant inner visions—
a hyperactive, neural CPU.
Our dual mentalities are not a schism,
we are instead a dual core processor
running the same operating system.
The daddy chip eschews aesthetic pleasures
to weigh up matters of utility.
The daughter chip is exempt from the pressures
of economics and society
and wordlessly admires the evening show.
That is until the slowing frequencies
of light sustains the eerie, gilded glow,
erasing memories of the daily grind
and I am lost for words you’re yet to know
and for this moment, we’re of the same mind.
Niall O'Sullivan
