Thursday 16 October 2014

Abacus


Using algorithms and calculus
juggling with equations like Euclid
it draws a map of our loneliness
it knows what we desire, what we did.
Peering through our curtains at night
it knows what we have done, where we have been.
Stuttering in patterns of light
it seems to read our minds through its screen.
We know that there’s something divine in us
that we are the flame to its spark
that it is merely a computer –
a grey box that glimmers in the dark –
that we are divine, we contain godliness
but that it is a glorified abacus.

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