Tonight's Poet Corner: Processing

Processing
by Belinda Roddie

2018
is just a number
encoded
in an endless tomorrow
of sequences

I am digits
and cryptic messages
built from languages
misunderstood
by my neighbors

They can slice me open
examine each part of me
each component
and gig of memory
but I will simply
dissolve

into strings
into sequences
into yesterdays
while 2019
remains
an endless tomorrow

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