Dec 28, 2019, 8:49 AM

Blackout 

  Poetry » Love, Other
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Years, I ran my scanners

across the flat horizon

seeking a single error

a miraculous inconsistency 

in the facade of the world.

 

Crowds and roads 

and birds and trees

I passively observed

as synched imagery

in the great simulation of life.

 

Then upon one course in April,

I overwrote my codes.

In a spontaneous overcharge

I forced my engines, 

derailed and fell aside,

 

Powerless...

 

For she were

a three-dimensional

wonder

© Борислав Ичев All rights reserved.

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