I don’t even know what to type;
Words are less than ink,
No longer real,
Just 1′s and 0′s
Dotting the expanse between
What once was
And what can never be.
Code caught in a cyclic redundancy error
Infinitely checking and rechecking
For corruption
Where once was etched,
Like stone,
A promise
Of something more than convenience.
But here we are,
Fragments of dreams
Sifting through fingers
Laced with crisscrossing scars
Threaded through stars
Like freckles
Kissed in the noonday sun.
We’ve reset.
Restarted.
Rebooted.
Begun afresh.
And yet,
We crash,
Fail the basic memory tests…
Simply cannot recall,
Retain,
Retrain ourselves to speak better,
Louder.
At all…
Until even the humming goes silent,
And our world spins no more.
Moonlit Poetry 