Post by Reilley on Jun 12, 2014 7:26:04 GMT -6
CONJUGAL THOUGHTS
Old men fixed their words in yellowed pages
bound in leather
with gilt end-papers,
but my words are digital,
carved of 1’s and 0’s,
ephemeral and transcendent.
You do not know me, and likely never will,
but in this instant we are connected
as close as lovers,
creating something alive
and growing,
giving life to concepts,
animating ideas
and breathing life into words.
The blood of life is not sex,
it is knowledge,
growing with each generation,
building bridges to both the past
and the far flung future.
Now that we have shared this notion,
had a Conjugal moment
birthed this idea together,
you will never be able to un-think it.
There is no such thing
as an abortion for thought.
Old men fixed their words in yellowed pages
bound in leather
with gilt end-papers,
but my words are digital,
carved of 1’s and 0’s,
ephemeral and transcendent.
You do not know me, and likely never will,
but in this instant we are connected
as close as lovers,
creating something alive
and growing,
giving life to concepts,
animating ideas
and breathing life into words.
The blood of life is not sex,
it is knowledge,
growing with each generation,
building bridges to both the past
and the far flung future.
Now that we have shared this notion,
had a Conjugal moment
birthed this idea together,
you will never be able to un-think it.
There is no such thing
as an abortion for thought.
