Deus Ex Machina

a labyrinth of labyrinths illuminated
by irridescent rays from the phosphor tubes
of a hundred million machines
droning ceaselessly to us
with the voices of
cooling fans

And dwelling therein are the seeds
of joy and love and light
and certitude and peace and help for pain.

tonight
I see the moon over
Dover Beach in my screen
the ebb and flow of the net
a fitting requiem for the old poets.