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When I Become Electric

When I become electric, piece by piece by bit by byte
First my memory and then my sight
It was sound that once inspired
Every ear an analog device
What the mouth delivers the ears decode
 
Convert me to electric, finally I’m united
No memory to lose since copies will abound
But then too every banal thought forever will be truth
Existing in print, what else could it be?
All laid bare for prying eyes
 
Plug me in and watch me spin, I never meant for you to see
Certain partitions of my memory
Hidden blocks of things I wasn’t ready to divulge
Or sure that I believed
But now I must because you know
And knowing makes it so
 
source : 09/26/04