Strangely, a revision:
Hmm… I’m not sure revision is the right word, but, based on one of the haiku I wrote for my Poetry Writing class:
Nacre and Dream
pearls of lcd nestled
in bifurcated nacreous shrouds-
oceans of data glowing on
hesitant sailors
who see no shore
whose compass and sextant
have been given to sirens
whose captain stands at the
wheel gently cradling the
astrolabe he plans to use
once night falls-
the waves rock his
vessel pulse their
messages in an unceasing
red-green-blue
1-0-1-
memes spawn and die
in a stochastic
process where only the
amusing self-propagate-
like Achilles anointed
in the river Styx I anoint
myself in this brine of modernity
and drink deeply
-it is ambrosia