Graveyard of Lightless Planets

The data of your ghost is under the dust
 A third hand moment, a transfer of lusts
 It's slept for so long, I've felt something missing
 A haywire drive - a burning, an itching
 This scrap, it shouldn't have happened
 A glitch, a digital fog
 A trap, a pest, a reaction
 It functions like a drug
 "To gaze the greying, decayed figureless aching is to fade away,
 If framed in place, it will stay."
 Butcher job circuitry surgery
 Eyelids like curtains clinging from static absorbed
 Instinct or imprint - rusted intellect in its prime
 Blunt instrument - unsuppressed power of the mind
 By its fingers, in its eyes
 By its neckline, in its thighs
 Almost human, subtle difference
 Static shattered, missing pieces
 Building unpaved mindscapes - overgrown, obtuse, out of time
 Neglected, abandoned - awkward invention without a spine
 Not created at all, evolved through design
 Building golems, betraying your kind
 "What makes an invention if the invention was destined to be made?"
 "Ticking infinity."
 (Things you see... gestate, evolve...
 Into mutated memory cells.)