Monday, July 12, 2010

51-something

at times the smallest of somethings
reveal themselves to me as codes waiting
to be broken down; messages from you
hidden inside the glass bottle encasing
a system of zeroes and ones; a fractal
bursting into patterns of lights
that seem to be missing; something;

again the shift and the message
starts anew, a new obstacle in the
system of breaking down.

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