software parses
motherboards mirror you
sector by sector
passwords protect us
from ourselves
paywalls admit us
to the places where
microprocessors build
invented cities of the soul
in the keystroke
in the algorithm
your essence deconstructs
to a byte-store image
in a labyrinth of data
you are binary
you are boolean
you will be here forever
the last-saved version
of your desires
tormented code
un-erasable
your own
unrecoverable cipher
never to be over-written
© BH, 2020
The second of two poems about the electronic world we inhabit. We are what we browse. Click and we open the door, click close it behind. No matter what happens afterwards, we will always be the same, bound by whatever we were. Change is no longer an option.
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