1 May 2012
I am the world's pixelated dream A being of bits, stroked calm By stranger's digits A skipping child in the parklands of broadband You don't know me These words could be false Pretended by a nobody Fiction by a fiction
I don't know you Though I pretend to: A fascinating spray of binary, You could be anything. Be anything!
When we pass, unfamiliar, Into the memory of the world, Body obsolete, no upgrade In heaven or earth To catch us between logins... Will our ghosts slip Cheekily between the Java To share a coffee In glorious Synthesis.
TechFace • Opuss № I