pondering the wandering pome
emitted on a potentially finite infinity
of machines machined by keyboard fingers
wondering about the state of the pome
emitted in this manner on whether it is
a copy a simulacrum or a multiplicity
caught in a becoming-multiplicity
of nature changing lines spreading
horizontally through connections
of machines to one text creating
a textus of texts filament on filament
of dots of light of different colours
as before the filagreed compartments
of paper
as now the lines of light of screen
