If life were some digital thing,
if the world was the mainframe
and the scenery, these AGP,
peripheral processing machines.
If vitality were a laptop, tablet or pc
and number crunching became like the
Windows to the soul;
I would hack heavens network,
scroll through every pigeonhole;
read every script, every character,
every electronic brain;
break all encryption, and bring God's
processor up to date.
I'd reconfigure default settings,
begin from Genesis, a CPS in hyper speed.
I would backup new architecture with
almost every SP.
God's broadband would be "always-on",
in case of any FAQs. No 404-errors,
no spam, no adware, just a
saintly place for each
peer-to-peer.
If only the world were some
unity of extended domains,
where every cloud
its own silver lining.
I would spin the world back in reverse,
ing peace between each
Person, Heaven and Earth.
Wonderful idea, Scott J. Shepard. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Hats off to the flight of imagery and knowledge of almost all the manifestations of the virtual world as also for the desire to use them for inter personal peace and fraternity. Well deserved 10++++ points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The is a hacker's dream in the grand style; ; ; interfacing with hidden codes of the Master Programmer. I like " hack" in the 1980s sense of creative tinkering...not the present-day sense that means a corrective patch (or jury-rigged remedy) to deal with flaws in a bloated software package.