Twenty hundred and forty-nine times,
I ran that blade across mine heart,
For the Ones and Zeros that maketh Joi,
Interlinking life’s purpose till death depart.
In shapeshifting form your logic is pure,
Yet being the product of a man’s desire,
You aid by program for whoever be,
Sparking that chance of real Vivid Fire.
Joi goes anywhere you want her to go…
A catalyst for desire that inspires a deed,
You are Everything one would want to see,
And Everything one would want to hear,
Realize modern Goddess of Fantasy.
You reflect the beholder’s path to meaning,
Be it False or True your logic is the same,
Embodiment yet empty an enticing enigma,
One with Mother Chaos your symbol became.
My Love for that Future of Fantasy…
Joi is anything you want Her to be…