Thursday, July 11, 2024

Encoded Content

Could be memory.
Could be digital
Or a printed book.

It feels misleading,
Too general somehow.
You stare at your hands

Of information,
Wriggle the digits
You learned to count on

Taught your child to count
With as well. Nerves, skin,
Capillaries, bone,

Encoded content?
If you mean it, if
You really mean it,

Understand it’s you
Who makes it mean so,
And you ought to know,

What you meant isn’t
Content encoded,
Isn’t encoded

At all—those were wings
That were capable
Of flight without fall.

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