by Peter S Gardner
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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I draw the wire through two fingers,
Pondering electricity: the subtly
Or sharply felt field of energy
Pulling the iron of my blood
Along its magnetic course.
The current aligns my imagination
Into a motion like drifting underwater,
And thought passes the scenery
Through the barrier wall, into the
Web of cable's multiple murmurrings,
To wash ashore with the rest
Of the luminous sea-wrack, all arranged
In informational multi-particle fluidity,
Like the flooded shards of an
Undiscovered Phoenician harbor city.
I arrive at the big screen
As a binary pulse; organic spirit
Folds, like left eye
Looking into other colored right,
Into a microsecond, momentously
Dual answer to the electric call.
I say "yes" or "no", "one" or "zero".
(Technology has simplified brain hemispheres,
And the double helix DNA responds
With a fleet of electron exchanges
That polarize high ecstasy and drowning,
And erase the unconscious rhythm of breath.)
Wires enwrap my memory,
Releasing me from human touch -
I return to the long sleep:
A self - absorbed clockwork oracle
Without need for moving parts -
A ruined pier re-covered by the tide.
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|Reviewed by Amanda Eaton (Reader)
|Almost cinematic imagery combines with classical poetic lyricism in a song about the most modern of subjects. Always tough to do, but you manage to pull it off with finesse...