We’re the most common item
Found in this two-bit overworld,
But as we warped down the ultrasonic tunnel black,
What I saw was a rather uncommon glow.
It was a life—
Too fragile still to keep,
Strong in its ability to be there,
Its inability to stay.
A cheep cheep resting
In water’s deepest calm,
Dreaming dreams I could
Never dream of dreaming.
A grain of sand found
In the infinity of our oceans;
A memory, a fantasy, and a wish
Latticed into a riddle:
How can an 8-bit cluster of achromatic pixels,
Flickering 127 beats per minute—
A treasure glimmering as undeniably as gold—
Make you feel more animal than human?
I squeezed your hand, as tight
As my mistrust of questions
That change depending on the answer,
And saw that same rare light in your eyes.
Copyright © 2019 by Jose Oseguera.
