Poems February 2019
Numbers
Seethe on silicon
like bacterial plaques.
Somehow they liken
to appearances.
They have a seemliness from
which all earth rinses.
The algorithm:
Elegant? Intelligent?
What??—a silicon
coelacanth! Log on:
Forgot your password? Reset
as La0c00n.
Unlikeness yaws thought.
Timor mortis is the thought.
That land Time forgot.
This—no mere mirror.
Nor is an error message
like no tomorrow.
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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 37 Number 6, on page 27
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