Thursday, October 28, 2010


Information through
a wire with no hub.
Signals that come close
yet never are received.
Messages that go on and on for years
To dissipate in space.
Busy signals ringing,
Numbers out of service.
This, all is now,
My ventricles and veins;
a bureaucracy of cables,
satellites and cells
coursing toward my heart
to mix with blood and
make me an automaton.

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