Data

Noise rises to crescendo
Signals far off distant stars
formless taking form
beyond our reach or words.
With each collective exhale
machines read the data
in our breaths
to reveal
our external selves
our inner dreams
our haughty wants
our desperate needs
and how we pass the time
between birth, and sex, and death

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