Poem: “CODE.”

If I write lines of poems
like I write lines of code,
no comma would be out of place
and every quotation mark left open
would throw the whole piece off center.

Maybe coding is, in fact,

Maybe life is, in fact,
and we are the result
of a Universal code
where X’s and O’s
are fingers and toes,
the perfect design of
human form.

I define myself
in high definition
after years of sleepwalking
through a fuzzy dream
I’ve turned on computers
to turn off my mind,
I’m unplugging myself
to find a connection.

Where does our electricity come from?
Maybe the light that’s inside
is designed to hide our shadows
and we are wasting our time
placing darkness where it does not belong.

Maybe at this hour
we should turn on the power
we are born with
and search for more bandwidth
to ignite a network of our net worth
and treat people like poetry –

writing and rewriting code
until our history is recorded.