Control+All+Delete

A lot has been done away with. Unbelievable how easy and emotionless a command “delete” is. One click and poof! go all memories – perfumed, cobwebbed, yellowing, rusting – dissolving into the binary matrix of cyberspace.

Binary must be a strange world. Of zeros and ones. Of ones and zeros. One a definite, the other an indefinite. And yet, strangely incomplete without the other. Numerical soulmates.

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This was written years ago for a poetry contest in college. Found it rusting in neglected web pages. Still smells musty. Still reeks of randomness:

Let’s walk into the sunset to the last song of dusk
Wanton souls you and I
let go of strings of shame and restraint
and break into an impromptu jig
make a child laugh
let’s fly that blue and white kite
and ride the high tide
sit under that palm tree
and talk of life’s pretty banalities
over smiles and high tea
Let’s entwine fingers and play footsie
like stupid, love-crazed teens
And read prose aloud
Dance under the diamond sky
and fall collapsed in the arms of love

~ by deep purple on May 20, 2008.