Arlene Corwin Poetry

             Life On The Hard Disk

Sometimes I wonder

If life on the hard disk

Is a life. What if

I drop the thing – is living over?

What if fire burns

Arlene Faith Nover?

Soft copies have their lives,

Yet messages, ideas, letters

Disappear –

Spheres

Unredeemable.

Libraries that burn to cream,

Dispersed and looted.

It would seem that earth’s

An Indian-giver –

Conscience-free and taking back,

Truths to remain without a name;

Variations-on-a-theme

To smolder, mold

To dust in archives never found,

The once bound, un-.

So when my hard disk too goes ‘bye,

Vanity goes underground, no disk, no I –

That’s that.

© Life On The Hard Disk 4.15.2008

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Birth, Death & In Between;

Circling Round Computers; Circling round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

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