As I am the world
The world is mine.
My core dumps upward
The hillside of death
Springing in lighted nodes toward
The revelation of tomorrow's human form.
I am sport to God and god of games.
Man rules the switch and track and train.
Almighty electricity
Christ-savior fossil fuel
I upload the soul I've made my own.
Consciousness like stale moss grows
And twines like vines
Up the leg of computer science.
Motherboard after death
Psychology of the server
How deep-blue may be
The unwound mind
Of the blinking deities
Industry and Invention?
I am fine and smell a wood fire.
It is only my mind in time
A self-repeating mouse-click
On every link 'til doomsday.
One final pool of thought and life and intention,
Like a marble slab with human blood,
Performing computations
In petrified silence.
We are God and gods
And numbers and people.
My flesh crawls, escaping up my arm
As I slowly lose need of it.
The future is here in a jolt
From the wall socket.
And with nothing to my name
But a dissipating breath
I escape into my own blood
And flow, glowing
Into the wall.
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