Blackout

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