the song of the algorithm 

from dawn’s true blue

to night sounds of content

I ride the algorithm

somewhere, unknown, but familiar

soaring through scores of 

sounds and images

like timely updated images 

of covers

of what once were magazines

I ride the algorithm

something once touched

a day, a year, a century, whenever

from a past forgotten 

but only by myself

never for this singer

I hear the song of the algorithm

those forgotten are remembered

past grudges clicked past

voices it assumes 

share something

but

remember

this is but another

horse performing Hamlet

once the oddity becomes a norm

a simple question remains

but can this algorithmic pony act?

I pan the world of the algorithm

....pjjb