sutton@daemon.UUCP (Carl Sutton) (12/08/84)
A Programmer's Dream
I see you
programmed deaf muse
in my sleep
dreams of computers bound
to my heart
drifting in my fear
rifts seen in musical arpeggios
generated by thoughts
torn loose from mindlessness
ones' and zeros' music
of the spheres
in bit-form minds
lost in these senseless words
born up by the flowing
currents through the
Ether space of Source
What do I find in lost worlds
of heart souls?
They are all lost
tonight, time is left lacking
good night.
- Carl Sutton
1/30/84