Thursday, February 5, 2015

Message Sent

Tap tapping the sound is silent 
but in the synapses within this device
I imagine arcs of light and heat
whorls of energy you recognize
and only you.
In another plane there is a song
not silent but angry 
doomed nonchalant angry
fated capsizing.
Pull down the bar at the top
long-press to refresh memory
at the ready it waits 
for my electronic alphabet
missive to space.
Where does energy go?
Inside an artificial mind
do dreams collapse from chaos?
Or do they find proof?
Dreams of windows and bars
and vistas so far away.
I know this won’t get lost.
In numbers I trust.
Numbers do not doom the hopeful
and the mad.
My fingerprints send these words
to you. Long press. Refresh.


Copyright Cristina Cheng 2015

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