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0s and 1s

I can hear noise. I can't hear silence.
It's all only zeroes and ones
Presence and absence
Alls and Nones.

It's all only cleaving with a knife
Making binary your entire life
It's all only defining what's true
Telling parallel, intersecting, and skew

It's all only an arrangement of codes
That is fed and processed, every turn
Absence is but an imaginary road
I know the ones, zeroes I unlearn

My people, Variables that
programs set into systems demand
Zeroes and ones is all i know.
Repeatedly passing. To and fro.

I can hear noise. I can't hear silence.
It's all only zeroes and ones
Presence and absence
Alls and Nones.

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