The Cybernetic Aurorae
And I heard the submarine radio
charge and ping:
being broken into a through
awareness by an inkling of code
then everything was pinged
urls, https and with this
little beep of a herring
were bays loaded
with bastard basic
a notion of string as $
and planting meta data
to harvest the world wide web
launched all my urls into
tidy texts, pinging them
back to my phone, using
international dialling code
to ensure some Chinese
telco satellite caught the
web address
I sent profiles into space
and email accounts
saw the faultlines
on google.com
pinged that in the address field
and saw the red underscreen
of google
man, it was like tears in the rain
from bladerunner, what I had seen in an online sense
just nows and personal messages
sent from chat and seen the sun
and I saw the sun briefly
as a javascript illiteracy
Muhammed channels
the world wide web
and the rille in the moon was next.
I went to an atm machine
after pinging all except the
equals sign
somethings are sacred
my facebook account dwindled to 55 friends and they automatically resumed back by use of command
at the atm
I went to see my balance
as I thought I sold the world
like a Major Tom and a tin can
my balance fluctuated up and down
even the store attendant freaked and called the cops
i was close to being arrested but for one officer knowing what it meant that one cracks an algorithm to a website
and obviously the police
don't own their information on this social network
terms and conditions apply
following hours I am contacted
through a friend's chat profile
that has an auto-reply by an anonymous administrator telling me I shall not like Wonka memes
I archived that for proof along with the javascript trap that keeps it undeletable.
And all because in some way
DOS is still the system that holds
half the internet whole and
coding experiments from a linguist nearly makes a hacker.
charge and ping:
being broken into a through
awareness by an inkling of code
then everything was pinged
urls, https and with this
little beep of a herring
were bays loaded
with bastard basic
a notion of string as $
and planting meta data
to harvest the world wide web
launched all my urls into
tidy texts, pinging them
back to my phone, using
international dialling code
to ensure some Chinese
telco satellite caught the
web address
I sent profiles into space
and email accounts
saw the faultlines
on google.com
pinged that in the address field
and saw the red underscreen
of google
man, it was like tears in the rain
from bladerunner, what I had seen in an online sense
just nows and personal messages
sent from chat and seen the sun
and I saw the sun briefly
as a javascript illiteracy
Muhammed channels
the world wide web
and the rille in the moon was next.
I went to an atm machine
after pinging all except the
equals sign
somethings are sacred
my facebook account dwindled to 55 friends and they automatically resumed back by use of command
at the atm
I went to see my balance
as I thought I sold the world
like a Major Tom and a tin can
my balance fluctuated up and down
even the store attendant freaked and called the cops
i was close to being arrested but for one officer knowing what it meant that one cracks an algorithm to a website
and obviously the police
don't own their information on this social network
terms and conditions apply
following hours I am contacted
through a friend's chat profile
that has an auto-reply by an anonymous administrator telling me I shall not like Wonka memes
I archived that for proof along with the javascript trap that keeps it undeletable.
And all because in some way
DOS is still the system that holds
half the internet whole and
coding experiments from a linguist nearly makes a hacker.
