Jan 26, 2012 12:15
Electronic Fields
I forge weapons of code
In the fires of the network
Fields of reports cut into chaff
by the edge of my shell script
Your waves of information
begging to be processed
Will be annialated and reformed
By the cold hands of my bit driven machine
I am the coder
I am the master
You are my clay
The code is my forge
Feel my wrath
And be formed anew
-JLivingston
poetry of darkness and sensuality,
coding