Autobiograffiti

Bloodd || Passions ||Divertissements || Jivepuppi

empty house

THE DIGITAL STORM

I’m standing in a bookstore
lost among the shelves.
        Everywhere,
bits of life in phonetic code
Lonely scribblings awaiting the fond gaze
Of a reader.

        I’m in a straw shack
Awaiting the digital storm

This is the last great age of man.
Every book a headstone
Chiselled with the epitaphs of the lucky few
Who were in the right place and time to speak
And be heard
        Before the digital storm.

        Before the wind blows through and scatters
the sacred texts (as
all texts are holy.
        As has been said,
        As it is written:
History, recipe, self-help, all of these are invocations,)
And when they no longer can incant
the virtual dead will return
to consume the living.

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