Information Poem by Julia Yusupova

it's for communication
why else would skies be blue?

surely, to hide behind grey blinds
is not their goal; though

what they yearn to show simply
with color is not that simple

or maybe only this → the visible range
which both creates this fleshy vehicle

the tune of chakric lyre
carried by a skilled musician

and the exhaust fumes from it
distilling into seven feelings

perceived in varied billions
on a smoke screen, imprinting

their designs on further medium
where networked beings spawn

as architectural sketches
(blue-prints) , and on and on

preserving pattern via different codes
a totem pole of stages grows in length

or maybe even outwards - a strutting peacock
wishing to impress the female

that ponders how good of an idea
will be the plumage