333 and 334

S2E5 and S1E1

Upon a bright digital cell phone screen

are words in countless numbers I can read.

Behind, electrical circuits careen

in all directions in binary feed.

Behind these, too, are transmitters and chips

that talk with towers many miles away,

that talk with soaring satellite spaceships

that talk with other towers every day.

And where this voyage of these numbers starts

is someone on another screen who thinks;

but these thoughts are not mapped on any charts

and cannot be accessed by hyperlinks.

I see a screen with words, but these are far

from what the actual ideas are.

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Quick now, make ready everything you want,

and quietly forget the price you pay

that quakes within you, while you stand avant,

and quotes your purchases to you each day.

But quest for pleasure, heed not recompense,

and make no quarrel with what you have spent.

It is quite without cause, and without sense

to face a quandary with no relent.

Your qualm cannot be healed! So let it be,

no qualifiers think to scope your crime

Go drown it in a wondrous quantity

that will turn guilt to quarks if given time.

Unless—ah, is this quarry for a friend?

Then question not indeed your lofty end.