Artificial Gravity

Inside a maze on silicon,
a billion switches flip,
a million buffers dump their bits
as relays open, shut.
Electric currents ebb and flow
through sluice and damming gate,
charged up with oughts
drained down to nots
in programatic fate.

Welcome to my universe
inside a virtual mind.
Here history evolves
in miniature
behind a whirring fan,
where worlds and stars
whirl 'round each other's
barycentric mass.

I am composer, conductor
of this cosmic tour de force,
where gravity sculpts galaxies
on the tiniest of scales.
Here, I am master of a race
where planets, stars careen,
in graceful dance,
like spirographs
across the glowing screen.

Scott Speck
03/02/2002