Pounding away at anonymous keys
The zeros and ones abound
Beautiful designs created behind the desolate whiteness
Each zipping effortlessly through cyberspace,
Sending unsympathetic letters and numbers to digitized sub-humans
The failure to compute yours or any syntax in this the wire jungle,
Is a failure of the operator and the receiver, but not the syntax itself
What is less than three? Infinity? Your love?
Love letters and letters of dear John arrive at rapid speeds, before
Cerebral sparks have finished firing,
Their last strokes connecting within the almighty operator god
Last chance to recall the ones and zeros become the past without further thought
Carelessly, like the train leaving the station
With you chasing after it, luggage strewn about
Emptying secret contents onto the platform floor.
Alone and exposed, lighted by the glow of the monitor
A single sub-human tear passes, zipping effortlessly down organic matter
Because it cannot feel the ones and zeros, only the sorrow they bring
(J. Smith 2011)
