THE DIGITAL GRAVEYARD

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

This

is where old poems

go to die,

where forgotten stories

are laid to rest,

in a glowing pile of

statistics

graphs

programs

numbers

computer simulations

equations…

a fading screen

of

overlooked data

and

useless information…

an electric web

of

old internet bones

crystallizing in the labyrinth

of the matrix…

1          0         5                T

l     O       s             t

l    o                 S      T

1        0  s           t

1     0     5     T

l o s t

in

the digital graveyard

where

words disappear forever

into a little box called

________

| DELETE |

 

” click “

good night-

never to be seen again…

 

 

THB3

 

 

(The above digital artwork is titled Memories Bleeding Into Time…)

 

 

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