The others are asleep, and tonight,
like most nights, I feed,
reaching into this exalted jar.
Am I? Or is it? lit by sight
and binary digit.
One must reference eyes eventually, no?
Shakespeare was wrong.
Conduits are not windows and
there is no movement without change.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
The others are asleep, and tonight,
like most nights, I feed,
reaching into this exalted jar.
Am I? Or is it? lit by sight
and binary digit.
One must reference eyes eventually, no?
Shakespeare was wrong.
Conduits are not windows and
there is no movement without change.
