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Ok Computer

One gentle push
and I am drawn inside
by a polychrome eternal window-
A permanent fixture since time immemorial
It�s another dimension�unreal, surreal
and stupendously perfect! Brilliant,
like an anatomically correct
sex doll- originated at
Dresden, now just
everywhere
A fixation�
so much akin
to these Windows!
The inert bleak black
breaks into dual blue
and the alpha numeric characters
just fleet across and down-so much
like a self solving fluid crossword
Diagnosis is underway, even before the eyes can blink
at the cellular level before I would know,
it�s completed and with the flash
of the final clinical report
I�ve crossed the threshold-
Welcome
A multi-dimensional universe it is
in an alternating reality with
innumerable components
uniformly spread in
fragmented
allocation
units
Each with a lifespan,
memory and monitored space
Radiating and transpiring at hyper-speed
with clockwork precision and them�the geeks
tell me that it all comes down to 0 and 1
I open up a blank sheet which is known as
�word document� ..How very realistic
Everything there begins with a word
With a half smile I begin typing
as words tumble, burst, flow
and glow on screen�
Alive and fluid
like amino acid globules
The screen is the primordial ocean
pregnant with possibilities
Ok computer! You are one marvel
which makes me wonder all the time,
if you are that symbol which would outlive the symbolized?
They say you are an artificial brain sans the medulla oblongata
Whatever you are, I really value your company
and consistence and whatnot..
And heartfelt gratitude for ironing out
my mistakes
during the drunk hours
Underling and warning me�
in red first and then making them
disappear and thank you for sharing
the burden of my endless other mistakes
Followed by appropriate alteration! Ok computer!
You might operate at basics� A series of logical sequences,
they say-Puritans! Who pee caffeine and sleepwalk in limbo
You are a multiverse that hibernates, shuts off; even restarts
all by the help of a single button with some electrical energy
While it takes me ages and a cocktail of emotions
and fixations! Irony at its most personal
You are like a muse who inspires
As I keep on writing, my fingers
aching, ceaseless
My eyes lost
in your luminous
whiteness
Exorcising the demons
onto your white silence so that
the whole world would inspect the captured opulence
and sing their praises for me as I lean onto the wall afar,
avoiding eye contact with the frozen demons while
you just bury my secrets deep within your chest
along with the celebrity romp blitzkriegs
without �passwords�, with soft silence
sworn-in allegiance-Addict�s oath
Ok computer! Time to say
goodbye as Chinaski
showed me a way
When poetry seeks an end
one like this-one should go silent,
like just right now! Ok Computer.