The
Binary
Refinery is
Blasting
Again, slag
Hearts fed
Up in
Twos and
Fours yield
Crucible-d
Ingots
Black,
And white.

In
Or out;
With
Or without;
With
Or against;
Yes
Or No.

I am a
Ones and
Zeros
Kind of
Guy; I
Know what
Simple
Logic asks.
It begs
For
Existence
Or non-being,
Totality
Or
Null Set.

Preparing,
Seeding the
Daily feed,
One fate-less
Mind
Decides the
Path we’re
On. From
Moment to
Moment
As the
Drafts
Deliver
Chills and
Shudders,
Digital
Presses
Hum
Along,
Exacting
Forced
Duality, no
Analogue
In
Sight.

rjw, 2/10/03