The computer is my trusty friend,
it listens to my soul,
the codes descending end to end,
mind music, soft and full.
Huge programs come from tiny bites,
a tiny thought each one,
specific, special, scrupulous,
as each bit is won.
Digital, original, so perfect and concise,
if the rest of my life were only so precise,
I'd gladly give up some humanity,
Triumphantly,
for the price of conflict, null. |
