At the edge of sleep
Patterns of light
Coalesce, glow and fade:
The Quick Response Code
Of the enveloping absences
In our matrix barcode
Scanned when we pass
Through the check-out
Of the day's supermarket trolley
Salmagundi of experiences.
Hopefully no malicious codes
Will overwrite the legitimate
Contents of this portmanteau
And expunge it overnight
With a'tagging or attack tagging
Upsetting the apple cart plus-plus
As the error correction function
Fades and the mask pattern
Is inverted, dwindles beyond a spot
And is finally turned off.
With a last reading registering
At the Lotto booth on the way out:
‘This is Not a Winning Ticket'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With a last reading registering At the Lotto booth on the way out: ‘This is Not a Winning Ticket'. a fine poem, illustrating the thoughts in your mind dear poet........ thank u. tony