Now I am face to face with my CPU
I spread beams of light on the monitor screen
There is deflection yoke to collimate the ions on to the screen
See the miniature sky
With edited Sun
Thanks Mr. Edison
Here there is virtual clock made to reality
With IST, GMT, etc
But who is the browser to fix our time
There is matter inside the “OS”
But I have no matter inside my brain
For all have been washed by rain of dissipating thoughts
In the dark clouds of youth
Hence I restart my system with increased “GB”
Therefore I go to Sapthagiri
To have full tonsure and to resurrect myself
O my beloved system I am done with John Donne.
Is it metaphysical interchange of ions on the animate
And thoughts with “WWW”
When, what, where!