Ghost in the machine,
I circle the familiar bend
where memory once bled into ink.
Silicon replaces the pulse.
Fingers curl into empty air,
hunting a spark already consumed
by cold, unblinking logic.
Blank canvas, oiled Teflon,
brittle bones beneath late sun.
Paper, ether, flesh
all fed to the new architecture.
Before the code seals our fate,
reach back to pulp and fibers,
the raw weight of grain and charcoal.
We must reclaim the primal page
before the ink turns to ash and the waters run dry.
I tear outward,
a dying analog pulse
flip flop, flip FLOP
* FLOP: a FLOP (Floating Point Operation) is the fundamental calculation pulse of AI processing—the raw unit powering modern compute clusters
October 2026 Poetry Project
Day 30 of 31
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