The Ballad of the Missing Zero

Once we’ve drunk
The River dry
And plundered
The Sky
Where next will
Our attentions lie?
Towards the impassive
Infinity of the inner-Eye?

The once remote corners
Of the Soul inside
Will be mined for profit
Harvested by engines
Beyond imagining
And brought in binary chains
Into this brave new
Data-vision of plentitude.

Save for the odd
Missing zero or two
Nothing will escape
Detection for conformity
The price of creation
Of the post-humanist state
All whimsy consigned to the (Head)
Bin of non-volitional thought.

About Lorem Ipsum

Just some guy trying to figure out where the "on" switch is hid on the remote control—ah, forget it. Because, you know what, I'm also the kinda guy who always likes the book waaay more than the movie! View all posts by Lorem Ipsum

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