Data
Transearth void,
Darkness imaginary,
Interior cosmic system captivated,
Single box frame.
Triumphant numbers,
Cloning the blackish infinite.
Mastering image star-breath.
The two,
Ones and Zeros governed.
Rush flight,
Conquering wars over the other in submitting power.
Shooting stars four & nine,
Entering,
Burning in the azimuth of symbols.
Entire data found in the palm size briefcase.
Computer smiles,
"Having all the solutions in me. Give me your best thoughts, please!"
Fingers speak of an answer by keyboard questioning.
Entering but two;
Live-
Love-
Silent pause,
Screen fuzzes white,
Spectacle light of confusion,
Crushing nonsense,
Meltdown of incomplete facts.
Up in and smoked out.
Than,
Resting in peace,
In graveyard software.
Not even Bill Gates prepared for this coming day.
Saying a little prayer from my lips.
My heart's eyes opened-
"Wow!"
Looking up,
"My God!"
"How do You still live in one piece?"
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006
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