(Gedicht vom 07.02.2018)
I'm entering into hyperspace
into the deeply intertwingled
web of hyper texts;
also the world of secure shell
and seemingly pretty good privacy.
An instantly morphing mock-up
of the must-know
and the better-not-to-see
reduced to a grain of sand
in the endlessly expanding
desert of data entities
speaking a just three-fold language
of bits and bytes:
On, off or stop
wait, tx or rx
NULL, 0, or 1
connect, transfer or receive
no information overload
but brain distraction
by data garbage.
I'm just trying to be idle
or even ready to believe
whatever is to come
out of cyber space
by coincidence
possibly foreseen
into a real place.
Demanding space
in my mind
in my surroundings
in my life
within
let go
Go, get off-line!
just be:
now!
~~~ *** ~~~