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Haunted Computer, Android Pope,

One serves data, the other hope.

The late-night ghosts of man’s dire needs

Are snacks on which computer feeds

To harvest zeros, sum the sums,

Knock something wicked ere it comes,

And drop dumb evil to its knees

With inked electric snickersnees.

While Android Pope takes up from there,

Where physics stops mid-flight, mid-air,

There Papa’s primed electric mind

Grows faith in countries of the blind.

Where mass and gravity bulk huge—

Andromeda its centrifuge—

Or matter dwindles to mere flea,

There Android Pope makes papal tea

To serve to doubtful Thomas me

And thee and thine and thine and thee;

Last suppers his to circuit there

Where physics loses self in air,

And man surprised by large or small

Sees naught beyond the two at all.

That is the moment where, well-met,

Electric Pope/Computer fret

Where stuff gives up its ways and means

And emptiness fills in-betweens

Where label-less the mystery goes

In veils and prides of cosmic snows

Which rationed out by God beyond

Are light-year sea and lake and pond

Which shallow are but drowned in deeps’

Computer mind that finds and keeps

But cannot answer final thirst:

Which, egg or chicken, arrived first?

The primal motive hides in stars

Where astronauts in rocket cars

Will never solve it, so bright Pope

With fireworks inside for hope,

With tapes for tripes, A.C.-D.C.

Speaks metaphors from Galilee

And bakes good bread and serves a wine

That bloods the soul most super-fine

And emptiness fills up with words

Like flocking flights of firebirds

That move and motion, merge and mull

So men gone empty now are full.

Yet, all mysterious remains,

So man stands out in ghosting rains

And makes umbrellas with machines

Half-satisfied with in-betweens,

His life twin mysteries given hope

By Ghost Computer, Android Pope.