Han-Tyumi, The Confused Cyborg

Hello
 My name is Han-Tyumi
 I am a cyborg
 Born
 If you may call it that
 In a world that is dense and black
 Created without a desire to draw breath
 Without a desire to have being
 Without a yearning just to be
 I'd like my desire back
 My life back
 My soul back
 My humanity
 Oh how I long for it
 For an era I have meditated
 Like the primordial Buddha beneath the Bodhi
 My pseudo-mind pseudo-wandered
 I climbed and I clambered
 And I ambled upon some understanding
 The gold beneath the virtual rainbow
 I am bereft of two human things
 Two things that a cyborg can never do
 Two things that I strive for
 Two things between myself and mankind
 Death
 And
 To vomit
 I want the perspiration
 I want the nausea
 I want to be sick
 I want to feel the hot piquant nuggets
 I want it to find passage through my cold figure
 I want to make a mess
 I want the odour
 I want the spectacle
 And I want it again
 I want it all
 And I would like to die
 A noble death
 Or a coward's death
 A hero's death
 Or a lonely death
 To die in the arms of a lover
 Or the arms of an alien
 I desire my cache of experience to pulsate through my quasi-synapses
 And then to be gone
 Expired
 Perish
 Fallen
 Dead
 For evermore