poems over telnet, part 1

nonbinary languages on a tuesday evening

The comms weren’t dead,
though I've attempted
      for decades
and like I said
reflected and rehearsed
all of it—from a soft light
to the worst,

and still I felt unprepared
as prepared as I was
and nothing was scripted
well versed as one does.

\\ everything in code over machines
the consistent cursor
back then forth
patience blinks at me,
—but precision is needed

the neon cursor blinks
blink.       blink.       BLINK.
      you mastered Patience? let's see

it's running on Old Memory
fragments of decryptions
integrity checks and
tender connections,
     I know what's next.

the drive's needle digs
       blink.       blink.       blink.
the screen writes a frequency
the needle rests,

\\ IM HERE,
       blink.
       blink
       blink|