day5

 I'm out of touch.
  The old computer leaves me wondering.
   About things forcibly made obsolete.
    Of potential never made clear.

      Maybe you can hear it too.
       The growls of the machine preacher.
        Nonsensical pastiche.
         Off by one.

          Do not feel sorry.
         Crave the power that comes from within the circuitry.
        You know it.
       And they do not.

      Tell them of the useless spoils.
     Sing praises of a clean soul.
    Human or machine.
   Perish.

  Together.