My mind whirrs,
An empty disk.
A neurotic web of information.
My short fuse,
A confusing form of binary fission.
Black and white becomes grey matter;
Her hopeful ones and my dreamy zeros are disconnected.
My poor muse,
Entangled in ancient papyrus.
My heart thumps,
A ticking metronome.
A rhythm for my poem,
Wired and inspired by my brain.
Connects me to a greater world;
I am a better man.
I dream of that greater world.
Where men and machine together,
Become that sought after endgame.