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It isn’t a myth. All stories are based in truth, so I’m gonna tell you.

There were two horses:  Carl and Hans.  Carl came from the air.

No one knew his whereabouts; no one cared. He was a good horse.

He held magic in his hooves.  If that horse bled, it bled gold.   Hans

was a thoroughbred. He came from tradition. He came from hay.

[Haystacks, so high, you wouldn’t believe] He bled oats; he bled

blue ribbons. Together, the two made something metropolis. Before

anyone knew it, they were brushing their manes like Hans, and if

Carl said you needed plaid horseshoes, you better believe you got

yourself not one, but two pair. They captured this town by taking

the lead, and made it a little Ungashtupt. No one had ever seen

anything like it. They turned stables to skyrises. Then, they took off

the blinders, and saw. They saw The World, and it was their Apple.

They made this city; they made you and I. And we’ll carry their

banner into the dawn, into the New Age.

© 2013 Umansky


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We were the midwife to this digital world

memory led to data which eclipsed that of the noun

and verb. We looked to stored programs of sequence.

 

Read: coded; simulations; quantities, integers.

The speed of memory crudely carries data: our data.

It mingles arithmetic with reason and doubling.

 

Turning the Non into the Real rephrases power

into something brimming with curiosity. Any

maniac of this world could get it running,

 

could modestly ascertain that the modern world need

not be more modern. Bread and butter need not be

more than bread and butter. When power sleeps,

 

change is dreaming in the centrifuge. One curious integer

remembers a cable, a fuse, a fission or a fusion and together

they surf the very capable contents of our calculations.

 

We get the wide world up and running. We say we are lucky

to be in on it and that we love what the world gives us, but we might

be dressing a monster; impending a language, or programming havoc.

 

The fault is history’s.

 

© Umansky 2012

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