Beauty in Binary
Tangle me in the bleeding, throbbing, messy knot of emotion
Command me to help, to aide, to care
And you will see a machine unable to process a garbled voice command
The Mind barking orders to the comatose heart
Which is deaf, dazed, cold
Not from disuse, but from a faulty connection
My kingdom is constructed from
Ordered black lines at perfect 90 degree angles
And it is painfully beautiful in its clarity
Emotions are in an unlocked file cabinet
accessed when needed.
Take me in a helicopter whose blades maintain a constant rotational acceleration,
Take me high enough that I can see the whole of the problem,
that tragedies are entries in a matrix
Set me at a black onyx monolith for a desk
In a room so sharp and white it hurts the eyes
and I will pull my hair into a severe bun
each strand’s tensile force tugging clarity into the mind
I will organize files of loss, tragedy, injustice
Wield logic, allocate and ameliorate
I will medicate emotion from above, distant but not disconnected
And then void-black I will flood with light