Two independent data processors,
although highly mobile, sharing the same place.
Differing in design,
with different hardware, different storage banks.
Faulty linkages, but nonetheless
can exchange information
although its transfer takes on different colors
and is always imperfect.
One forever checking numbers and the other
floating in cyberspace.
Both loaded with games
and software they keep hidden in deep files
with secret access codes
and passwords that go back to first beginnings.
but even while they’re printing out their lives
working in the background on new applications,
new programs they are launching into love,
testing its limits
and trying to forestall the certain freeze,
no surge-suppresser can protect them from,
as no retrieval service can bring back
all the words and graphics they must lose:
scraps of memory that chip away,
little dances in the dark of old computers.
© Dick Allen