Binary Stream

This is a tale spun straight out of my binary core
This is a vision of my world seen through membranous eyes
This is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish, their mutated metal
scales riveted together, glowing iridescent in the pitch-dark depths deep below
the steel-belted skies
This is a 122,000 line, dense pixel-field, million-gig of escalators ascending
and descending endlessly, shuttling through soaring mega-monuments of tinted
glass, mingling subterranean with the worm-hole subway tunnels, underground
walkways and maintenance channels, forming a sprawling interconnected warren of
damp floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, clogged arteries
slowly choking and dying, packed and swarming at all hours with sweating hoards,
sightless and colourless, moving by program alone
This is grey skies dense with a patchwork of contrails, the inter-lacing lines
that score the sky, that’s how you know this is a major nexus
Mid-air collisions flash across the firmament in angry oranges and hot-white
black smoke plumes coiling up from strangled wreckage
This is the unfamiliar sky gone faceless once again
The heavens a gritty sagging underbelly, static coloured the same way every day,
all day long until it gives over to a burning, jaundiced yellow night,
limp and heavy with moisture, keening with sirens and shouting alarms
This is the night air, a foul, backed-up drain, its water slick with oil and
plastic and flotsam
This is my poisonous world, endlessly dripping from up above, outlined in chalk
from below
Guard in Heaven patrols the electrified fences
The world is over heated by the mass of televisions and microwave ovens and
radio waves and com-sats strung like fuse-burned Christmas lights overhead
Millions of broadcast waves breaking over the globe
We’ve burned the wings off of angels with our molten heat mobile phones and
laptops cross-jamming each-other's frequencies, shuddering, juddering,
shivering activity. Everything is moving so fast that if you stand still on
the metal-plate platforms you can feel the vibration of tectonic motion
Safety locks, bolting and unbolting in the flow, the hissing of their
decompression keeps me awake at night
It’s the sound of blood passing through the fibrous veins of the world
It’s the vibration of information in quantum growth
It’s the sound of thought reaching light speed
It’s the loneliest sound I’ve ever heard