go ogle


i write these old words
on a new sheet of self-replicating paper

it doesn't really matter much
what i write about
what i care about
what the point may be

why would any human wish to leave
their mark on this electronic wall?

i could write about today's feelings
or "Lucius painted this"
or "Happiness to the people of Pozzuoli"
or worse

but it's already been done

what matters now is the juxtaposition
of the words
of the phrases
of the lines

what matters is the algorithms
that the engines perform
that the humans type in
that little rectangle

but later much later once
the earth masks our faces
the cyber lava covers our traces
the human relayers run other races

there will be others that ogle
with binary chisels
with digital brushes
with analog curiosity

but now
poised to upload
in the flowing network breeze

i hold this marked sheet of self-replicating paper
by a corner
by the open window
by the light of the setting sun

and let it go

©2003 by Bill Grundmann
***   next     |     tech     |     play     |     view     |     periodicity
Return to Bill Grundmann's Writing Page