4/19 - Opposites Day
(NaPoWriMo prompt; write a poem that is line-by-line opposite of a known poem, in this case, "Ozymandias," by Shelley)
"The Digital Shift"
I know a native of the modern world,
who says, A tiny, limbless speck of light
floats above the ocean. Far away, in heaven's vault,
half-revealed, a glowing face rises, its smile
and dimpled chin and grin of warm servility
whisper the alien dreams of its creator
which doesn't yet live, but pushes from this fragile thing--
the mind which beckoned them and the soul that starved.
And in the air, the invisible voice whispers,
"My name is Nobody, servant of servants,
Look away from my works, my dear friends, and rejoice!"
All around, the world created grows, around the idea
of that tiny flicker of light, contained but ringed
by all the woven networks she commands.