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Operator
David Blunden
City lights. The revolution?
No, never in this sleepy city.
Overgrown eden with a harbour,
The few awake are watch for those who can sleep.
This is what it feels to be alone.
Surrounded by everything and nothing,
There is not a totem to fill my being,
Not a message to keep in my heart... but wire.
A single pair - red and white
I know it can carry thirty discussions.
Thirty stories, important or frivolous,
It was punched down today, I made it so.
Those twins could carry revolution,
Could carry my soul or another,
The first or last call, I don't know.
I can't know. I just punch them down.
And all the electrons passing, are they lost?
Lost in the protocol or translation,
Or merely returned to sender,
Ready for another journey across glass and copper.
The zeroes and ones never sleep,
Buzzing, jumping the pacific in a second,
They know no end to their journey,
And neither do I, yet.
2600 Mhz, the tone most beautiful,
My call becomes free, but my love is not.
Now of the billions of numbers in the world,
Which one will lead me to you?
He didn't know what it might become, Bell,
He just made it. But when he did,
I think he had us in mind.
Are you there? Operator?
David Blunden has published since joining on 15/12/08. Read more of David's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of David's latest works: