Beyond the fictive
scrim of numbers and codes as logical
a myriad desires, an androgynous genie.
Sit down, move the
mouse over here, log on – don’t be nervous,
you can’t break it.
It’s not a real thing. Don’t let it overwhelm
you, though this net
closes in around you. It is liberation
though a billion
lives press in. Be virtual information for
just a little
while, free of human concerns – after all
a net is nothing
but framed empty space, Windows to the soul,
trillions of voids
tied together, so many Gates to otherwhere.
By stroking the
sacrificial mouse, your cyclopean
oracle will show
you the universe through its flawed omniscience.
Faster than thought,
streaking through telephone fibre-optics.
with YouThis, FaceThat, Goggle and Wiki the other.
who might be listening. Remember
a sheep’s throat on the Cimmerian
shore – the Bronze Age
way of filling out an on-line profile.
and watch the querulous shades gather.