Jul
12th
Sat
12th
Pixellated
We sit poised watching pixilated portions of our lives whizz by,
A never ending rerun,
File formats once compatible deleted,
New translations of ancient works digitized,
Can you love an image?
Yes.
Shattered into pieces broadcast through invisible means,
am I divisible by one or zero?
If I spoke in binary would you understand,
or just run?
You want a world painted black, and white,
Gray scales rule the day.
