Electric Sheep

Tracing pathways through the day
Circuits both in time and space
Proscribe the rat and where it runs
Describe the speed, define the place

Beyond, the sun arcs through the sky
As gnomons mark the silent space
Somewhere in another time
Upon another face.

Inside, the striplight firmament
Gives ordered life its unseen lines
And real time flows through cyberspace
And into our designs

Machines know all and count the days
And catalogue each tick and tock
We glide across like skaters on
The ice face of the clock

There is no land that can't be mapped
No higher plane that can't be reached
Converted we embrace the way
Yet are unblessed, unpreached

No grain of sand may hold this world
No human eye may look upon
The microcosmic view is now
Within the silicon.

And elsewhere in the shadowed space
Beyond the sun's stark realtime light
We live our lives crepuscular
And spread our wings by night

So morning finds us unprepared
As barbed alarms slice into sleep
Extracting us from morphic fields
And dreams of tamed electric sheep