years ago

she asked me how i could

stop

so suddenly

turn off

the words

the syllables

the syntax

the rhyme

 

how could I so

easily

shrug it off

as so much rubbish

now best suited

for lazy days

 

because

i would tell her

i cannot turn it off

 

it doesnít turn on

it doesnít turn off

 

it

just

is

 

all the time

 

day and night

 

thatís the bargain

you must carry

if you wish to turn it

on

 

and you do wish

to turn it

on

 

she urged me

to continue

to go further

to not

give up

 

iím afraid to wish it

 

afraid to turn it

on

 

but at last

i submit

 

she was right

 

i turn it on

 

it roars across my mind

leaving empty

thought

 

filling

emptiness

with knowledge of what is

what isnít

 

knowledge of this

of that

of all order of things

 

it spirals across the network

body revolts

but then

adapts

 

the power finds

itís place anew

 

it settles in and begins to feed

 

itís how i sustain it

 

iíve tried to say

 

it feeds on me

 

my life

it changes

 

becomes one

with it

 

no longer in control

i can only hope

to hold on

 

but she wanted me to do it

 

get it back

 

so i did

 

the creating

 

is easy

 

turning off

 

is the trick

 

it doesnít allow for off

 

for it must feed

 

i heed its call

 

immerse myself

completely

 

it must feed

 

i cannot shut it off