Dog Breath
01-21-2001, 06:31 AM
OK I am Waxing poetic prose What did you think?
email....a poem
I sit here in front of my computer.
It tells the past but not the future.
I see the words but not their root.
Blobs on my screen they hide the truth.
Behind the pixels behind the phosphor.
Rivers of electrons thy synapse prosper.
Through solid tubes your pulses travel.
From ones and Zero's my thoughts unravel.
My electronic link, myself to the world.
Across a thread my thoughts are hurled.
Up the threads more thoughts return.
They leave their mark forever burned.
My computer breathes it first exhales.
It pushes thoughts my soul unveils.
It draws in breath the tides reverse.
My thoughts, then yours as we converse.
Just another way of looking at it.
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Woof.
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email....a poem
I sit here in front of my computer.
It tells the past but not the future.
I see the words but not their root.
Blobs on my screen they hide the truth.
Behind the pixels behind the phosphor.
Rivers of electrons thy synapse prosper.
Through solid tubes your pulses travel.
From ones and Zero's my thoughts unravel.
My electronic link, myself to the world.
Across a thread my thoughts are hurled.
Up the threads more thoughts return.
They leave their mark forever burned.
My computer breathes it first exhales.
It pushes thoughts my soul unveils.
It draws in breath the tides reverse.
My thoughts, then yours as we converse.
Just another way of looking at it.
------------------
Woof.
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