Kludge
I'm broken, I'm bleeding
This violent conceding
That I am but a glitch in the code
A streaming infarction so old
I'm accepted as part of the plan
I've accepted that's all that I am
A one with the lights turned out
A zero backwards, flipped round about
But a zero nonetheless, just the same
I'm supposed to be glad that you came
But I'll blink on or not either way
I'll flick, I'll flick flicker away
Until one day I'll flicker no more
I'll drift off to that endless shore
Where I'll cease to exist
Still hanging about, forever un-fixed
Just too warm and worn down
Just wait, wait, waiting around
Till I'm returned to the sand . . .
Or stuck in a reef with a can
Floating between the remains of the seen
As all that we are remains stuck between
The glitch, the code and the core
The drill, the bit and the bore
The screen, the glass and the door
What we are, who we've been, something more.
Just a zero that fell to the floor
And the line streamed on anyway.
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