COMPU-PU-PU-PU-PU-PU-PU-TER GAMES

COMPU-PU-PU-PU-PU-PU-PU-TER GAMES

Beyond the fictive
               scrim of numbers and codes as logical
as Latin,
               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.
Faustian pact
               with YouThis, FaceThat, Goggle and Wiki the other.

Email anyone
               who might be listening. Remember
Odysseus slashing
               a sheep’s throat on the Cimmerian
shore – the Bronze Age
               way of filling out an on-line profile.
Click ENTER

               and watch the querulous shades gather.

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