Sandwiched in layers of liquid crystal display,
Encased in vats of plastic,
Voyaging in data-spheres, plumes of digital play.
In the soup of silicone,
Pouring over electro-spawned
In the buzz of bits and bytes, of
megabytes and terabytes,
Far from the wood, the brine, the
mud that caked us,
In tighter and tighter
‘Leave your comments.’
Messages smoothed out in polymers,
Beyond reproductions of ourselves,
Deeper, delving in the mire of dream-conscious,
Now a waking voice,
Hardened, digitised, recorded in
bubbles, in drives, in clouds:
Numb numbers of numbers numb, mirror.
A platform slotted home:
To record the echo in the hollow
of our Being.
Wrote this a while back. It was published in The Tunnel Magazine, which was great. Anyway, hope it gets a wider audience.