the grid covers the landscape, a full body tattoo
underneath it there are hills and streams
the grid provides protection from
the non linear nature of the underlying reality
and moves us efficiently from place to place
if you fly over it at night, the landscape vanishes
all you see is the grid, a cybernetic implant
laid on top of a less productive reality
turning this valley into a juggernaut
the grid rushes us to work
with every pencil and pixel needed
to increase shareholder value
delivered along with us
to our cubicles
the grid carries us tenderly home.
we barely even need to be conscious.
a mother putting her sleeping infant to bed,
laying the blanket-wrapped bundle gently in the crib.