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.