Sinking To the Bottom
right here, now, as i type,
characters are getting
that sinking feeling of
their own digital oblivion
i am typing in my "working" file,
the one where i always start out with
a few words or lines i might forget
if i don't net them right away
and they always start out on top
in the fresh digital aire of light
flashing their shiny tails and i's
and are captured for all posterity
should posterity ever be in need
of some flagrant synapses output
that fired through my skull
at some 100 metres per second
the thoughts from yesterday or,
tragically, a few moments ago
are pushed lower in the techno-lit
ocean of all possible lines
sinking slowly from sight
with their little character-eyes
looking up toward the light of
my screen receding in the now
there must be 53,696 characters
(statistics being numbered in many ways)
sinking now, like so many plankton
or diatoms in the digital oceans
to feed the dark "word fish"
and other creatures, maybe something
glow-in-the-dark with ghastly teeth
like in my fourth grade biology book
yet if those 53k of diatomic letters
are really four-letter-words
that have been puzzlingly rearranged
like blinking cursor literary DNA
just think of all the swearing
that might be bubbling out
of that digital Davy Jones at
the bottom of this oceanic chest
© Goode Guy 2011-10-07
...argh!
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2011
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