The day


The opalescent orange disc

riding the sky

is like the iridescent cd-rom

spinning in my drive

or the bursting rays and flecks

of his brown restive iris

scrolling the shimmer of skin

of my perfect time livid

now tangerine before curtaining

four billion years four billion bytes

opalescent will burn four more billion

before it corrupts and combusts

my data, memory, design

all retrievable

but inconsequential

and definitely,


This entry was posted by chattel.

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