I,
the transponder,
the dot,
moving the signals.
receiving,
a spot in the air, sometimes here,
sometime there,
emitting,
cutting through silence,
the dot.
It's not what we are or where
and not that I'm bothered
if anyone cares,
I,
the transponder,
sometime like alltime
responsive,
the dot.
The program reprogrammed
initialised and so far so good,
knock on wood because a
bit of superstitious belief
can't hurt.