Power Grid
Waiting for some idea
to penetrate the fabric
of this processing system.
Nothing there, no electricity.
No current, DC, AC
limp cells fill all our channels,
Incoming, outgoing watts.
Thinking, reasoning, judging.
Beauty beyond intellect
insolated thought products
organized thought principles
individuals, groups, man.
Input, output, turbo charged
data in nano seconds.
Nothing, no power, no data.
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