The color of writhium is a light titanium grey – the new new surface of the electric skin of the world. Each day more edges add to clouds of big data rumbling around in dark halls with blinking lights. The mistakes I’ve made and the memories mislaid. I know where to find them if I’m that keen. But the map of the surface is just writhium.
Could anyone care that it rains,
large grey splashes on whats remembered right
or left behind in the writhium brain.
Grey like it’s skin it is, wrinkled and stained
with the things we all desire to get
and then those
we ever want to forget…
when the writhium stretches
and the wrinkles un-hide
the electric lights blink
on the wrinkle water tide
and fills the our sea of memories
we feel sad with what we had lost
and happy with things we’ve re-found
the joys of our living create unbound