The Creation
I
sit here in virtual and see what you have created.
You have taken
ones and zeros and made them almost tangible.
I see you stand
there among it all.
Your mind mixed and mixes the data.
I
sense the power of creation.
Your hands set the patterns.
I
know you will constantly change it.
You tweak and move each
minutia.
How fragile all this is I know.
You fume at the
powers above that wreck your creation.
I exit to the real, and
I see what you have created.
You took nothingness and made it into
light.
I see you stand there above it all.
Your mind
plucked and plucks the waves of light.
I sense the power of
creation.
Your hands have formed the tendencies.
I know you
will constantly change it.
You vibrate each packet in response to
what I can nearly feel.
How fragile and transient this
existence is I know.
You are the power above that allows the
dissonance.