Beauty in Binary

Tangle me in the bleeding, throbbing, messy knot of emotion

Command me to help, to aide, to care

And you will see a machine unable to process a garbled voice command

The Mind barking orders to the comatose heart

Which is deaf, dazed, cold

Not from disuse, but from a faulty connection

My kingdom is constructed from

Ordered black lines at perfect 90 degree angles

And it is painfully beautiful in its clarity

Emotions are in an unlocked file cabinet

accessed when needed.

Take me in a helicopter whose blades maintain a constant rotational acceleration,

Take me high enough that I can see the whole of the problem,

that tragedies are entries in a matrix

Set me at a black onyx monolith for a desk

In a room so sharp and white it hurts the eyes

and I will pull my hair into a severe bun

each strand’s tensile force tugging clarity into the mind

I will organize files of loss, tragedy, injustice

Wield logic, allocate and ameliorate

I will medicate emotion from above, distant but not disconnected

And then void-black I will flood with light