Self-Portrait in Binary

by P. J. Williams


My face is
a vapor of zeros
____________& ones—skin
__________calculated into on,
off, off, off.
This picture a leash,
__________an act of tracing
________paths between pull
& past. Coded,
dim: my pupils
_____________(integers full
_______of murmuring). The
stem of electrical
impulse: a one,
___________a zero, a brush
_______opening & closing in
spattered bloom. A circle,
a straight line—
______________unsure of if
____________& of & which
patterns enter
the whole series of
______________human skin.


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