I decipher cryptograms
written in the code
of hypertextuality
finding myself
beating to the heart
of technology
whose presence,
assumed and pervasive
whose power
to inflict dependency
reveals itself to me
like a story unfolding in a book
whose ending
lies in it's uncertainty
and whose pages
could cause me
to stop reading,
because modem links
are like plagued vines to me
something
but alas
the 'web'
may really be no different
from that of a spider's
And i
am really no different
from the fly,
unwillingly trapped
in the midst of intricate lines
invisibly thin
and spaces
of open illusion
to hide in.
I have dreamt before
of myself
looking into a computer screen
at an image of myself
looking into a computer screen
at an image of myself
unsure whether or not
my dream is lucid.
Yes,
Technology has even penetrated
my dreams
which can only mean
it has a special place
in my subconscious
And considering this,
i picture my brain
if it were to be x-rayed
to reveal an unmistakable outline
of a google search bar
embedded somewhere
between the tight foaming grooves
And i often wonder
if electrical energy
is not seeping slowly into my bloodstream
over time,
clicking 'history',
tracking life by day.
And finding
my eyes so sunken
so glazed
from the gleam
of a macbook's screen
that when i close them
i can still see the fluorescent glint
branded into my eye's retina.
And finding myself scrolling down facebook
already forgetting
the reason for being on the computer itself
And recalling Technology
to be something more
than I had considered it
a world in it own right
This World
where the physical
becomes image
and the tangible
becomes pixel
still cellular
but not
entirely
the same.
And i know
that when i can count
months more of emails
than spoken words
from my father
and stare
into single dimensional
reflections
of people i can see
but cannot touch
that i must
in fact
be in a place
some extension of cyberspace
an ubiquitous force
without a face,
and i know
that
Today,
I decipher cryptograms.
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