In the Desert of the Real
We are the creatures
Who lope, crawl, and slither
But here
On the circuit board
We are noesis.
Binary philosophers
Espousing 1 and 0.
We ask the screen:
When we are zero
In the hard drive of our souls
Do we lose mass
And become antimatter?
Or in the vacuity
Of nothingness
Do we escape the desert
And touch the infinite?
Laurie Woodward 