Encryptions
If only I could record
the inner workings at night
in 4K pristine transfer—micro
chips working sensory overtime,
burning disc to disc in
shimmers of HD excellence.
The nights carry stacks of
neuro abstraction data ripe
for the picking—teeming
with oddly familiar faces
that still retain their sense
of uncertainty; where youthful
sensations and heightened
nerves stand at glass doors with
white doves and jackhammers.
©️Orion Foote, 2022
Visions of Orion Poetry 