Digital Disaster
Digital disaster on the horizon.
With a monitor tan he plunges on.
One's and zero's spew pixilated perversion,
while assembled atoms await in his bed.
The molecular world, violated by binary delight,
will forfeit its reality, and go offline.
Digital disaster is on the horizon
and a life's work about to be lost.
The virus is spreading.
Copyright © L.James Tanner | Year Posted 2014
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