This is my space
Six point one inches contains me
defines me
holds my reality
moderates what I give of myself
and what I receive.
My god is Hecate,
who helps me navigate these liminal places
Hecate, holder of the keys
who unlocks the gates between.
In my space I am omnipresent
“I could be bounded in a nutshell,
and count myself a king
of infinite space”
The Bard foreshadowed hubris
and knew of human flaws
“were it not that I have bad dreams”
The unconscious fear,
the uncertainty that lives
outside the limits of my control.
Inside this space I am sapient
I create the algorithm
that directs the flow
of my consciousness
Brute force or greedy,
I choose my function
My theosophy is esoteric
My mores are self-regulating
Exceptionalism proves
I am exceptional.
Outside of this space
there is no delete
Gaia irrevocably marks my step
and fights for control
of the internal synapses
of my external drive.
But it is too late
Khaos owns my void
My heart is already virtual
There is no backspace.