February 23rd, 2008
This, the little silver niche.
Draw around yourself curtains of
bleep, 8-bit hymns &
sine wave chorales.
You can shake yourself
til your gears wobble and clink;
wave your Lost-in-Space tube-arms
to the blocky beats.
These are the noises of our lives now;
our children will program robo-robins
to pitch their warbles
to metallic scratches.
These are the murmurs of the great silver expanse.
These are noises of death & of
bustling binary fertility.