Blue screen of Death
Begins...
Today I wonder
whomoved the high steeplesof my childhood,
knowingthere's a twist at the endof the answer
because the urgeto dig deeper is coded
somewherecold within the folds of mypast lives.
What other animalwould teach a computerto be a Buddhist,
to design itselfright out of existence with this muchhubris?
The sea somewherefeels gnarled but not here,not now. Enlightenment mightbe the only gift we couldever give.
In our effort the brickswere set so carefully,
we can't seethe source or shape of the light.
Of course there's a candlethat doesn't burn out,
but no oneknows how to light it.
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