Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Nightmare

ENTER:
everything fits on a dot
in microcode
on the motherboard
where ROM rams the cards
distorted by a hack
or a virus, Heaven forbid,
like the Ouroboros
in binary infinity
biting itself

imaginary distances
lines and colors, ghostlike
mirage gnaws at my face

no wonder I am spooked
into a nightmare
of crooning screens
freezing in mid-notes
as I strut through
this strange land of illusions

“Just why do I linger so much here,
inside this machine?”
ESC...SHUT DOWN

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Prompt: any aspect or object of technology