In the darkness of waking life
My eyes strain to see,
Faces seem blurred, lines unclear,
And the sweet smell of rotting
Vegetation fills my nose.
Fractal images made up by the
Confused calculations of cultural consciousness,
Project across the screen that blocks my vision.
The biocomputer needs an upgrade,
But a screensaver is all it gets.
Caspian Hedberg is a young poet living in Dublin.