Do foo

they're there
twisty little passages
all alike

lost in
imaginary castles,
caves, labyrinths
died in houses
forrests and planets

been everybody
interfased and interfaced
heard songs
on endless loops
(i have a weakness for choir chords)

waiting

for the last

c-

    arriage return

of my bracketed life

where are those places
designed
by the cyberarchitech of this universe
when I think on things
out of cycle

trapped in worthless inaccesible code
an obsolete console swallows
hardcoded on a dusty cartridge

for
every blip-blop
loading
on a chip
do
to end
then gosub
without return
if I lose
then else