The white glow of the screen
warms the gentle rain of keystrokes
that erode and shape the topography
of narrative and verse.
Inside the computer ones and zeroes
gather and run away in write and rewrite
as the architect figures the angels,
creating form from static.
He plays with phrases, cliches and expectations
like a child whose Legos build cities, planets
and lunar outposts. His words create worlds.
Godlike.