The centric force subjugates all things digitally
a belief transmits with impunity unspoken
transmuted into faith nothing impossible
reproduction splintered into pixels
**** into poetry
poetry into ****
we stumble from satisfaction to satisfaction
communicate in digits
connected by dots and dashes
transmit ideas through light
controlled by digits
until at last shaped in the world of
electronic precision
we fuse into the new religion
god replaced by binaries
unholy alliances
that work well in the mechanism
of subterfuge faces reality dismembered
touch and sensory stimuli
burnished through copper cauldrons
undersea cables reaching each other
mind to mind untouchables, harijans of fancy
split second relationships
walk on into the wilderness
where your body frazzles in passwords false protections
numbers in a mechanical clock
that runs on nano seconds
vanish in the nothingness of unreality
we remember others
only for their photoshopped faces
and eyes of wondrous invitation
a blank soul beckoning
for rejuvenation, thirsting for real feelings
real places and real emotions
welcome to the new religion
digitheism.
escape the trap
return to wonder.
You are either one
or zilch. Take your pick.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a day ago
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11695729-Digitheism-by-Marshall-Gass-noguest#sthash.FWLt61f5.dpuf
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
The centric force subjugates all things digitally
a belief transmits with impunity unspoken
transmuted into faith nothing impossible
reproduction splintered into pixels
**** into poetry
poetry into ****
we stumble from satisfaction to satisfaction
communicate in digits
connected by dots and dashes
transmit ideas through light
controlled by digits
until at last shaped in the world of
electronic precision
we fuse into the new religion
god replaced by binaries
unholy alliances
that work well in the mechanism
of subterfuge faces reality dismembered
touch and sensory stimuli
burnished through copper cauldrons
undersea cables reaching each other
mind to mind untouchables, harijans of fancy
split second relationships
walk on into the wilderness
where your body frazzles in passwords false protections
numbers in a mechanical clock
that runs on nano seconds
vanish in the nothingness of unreality
we remember others
only for their photoshopped faces
and eyes of wondrous invitation
a blank soul beckoning
for rejuvenation, thirsting for real feelings
real places and real emotions
welcome to the new religion
digitheism.
escape the trap
return to wonder.
You are either one
or zilch. Take your pick.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a day ago
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11695729-Digitheism-by-Marshall-Gass-noguest#sthash.FWLt61f5.dpuf
