Conceptual Poetry: Poetry as Software./
void *memory_copy
( void * restrict_destination, constant void) ;
about face! 738 billion ram rods!
now we wait for the dogs to bark at the moon --
and don quixote to red-flag his bull --
another rocket or four get through the sieve --
tough guys kick against the cactus pricks --
about face! icarus nears the stone ground --
his wax-glued eagle's feathers melting off --
no dandies bet against a dead certainty --
even when wearing public domain boots --
these operations are marred by top commands --
no more standing aloof at respectful yards --
playing with edged tools on knight-errands --
can lead to harebrained tricks on the peninsula --
overconfident, double sure war gamers --
muck up scenarios with nonchalance.
Acts 26:13
At midday, O king, I saw in the way a light from heaven,
above the brightness of the sun, shining round about me
and them which journeyed with me.
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