Gem-Stone

Data is becoming permanent
in the sense of the word we know
is a gem,
call it a gem-stone.

It has no ears, yet hears
the call of the moon,
pull of waves, closer
to the stillness,
the silence

we go,
and do, screw and sling
our animal hides over cushioning
get them functioning -
acts in high reasoning -
a crisis one can sip wine over
deserves a comfy position.

Swirls of energy
collect in pockets of stones -
the elementals
that fly the fish-world,
biosphere of happy gold.
So they say.

This data is reaching for infinity -
no magnet strong enough now,
no load-stone can wipe this disc,
no key-press, no thing.

My unspeakable zeros and ones
sum up, after all
the complex math calculated
and calculated 
and ultimately crushed

comes silence,
where numbers rush to find 
peace in each other,
in simple sums again.

Yes, till that moment,
and though it's beyond my ken;
perhaps beyond then -
this data will be as permanent.
Read this again.


Cor, March 2000