IBM


Form is lattice of ivory
Cemented in our heads
By IBM computers.

Entropy is science, undistilled
A kind of hope
A mess of jangling, satisfied
Nerves.

Form is static, not like
The flow of life
In unordered mumblings

Sharp, contrasting bits
Of jagged glass
Kill, but cleanse the Blood

Of our jungle rot.





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