Entry 4: Where I'm From

I am from Terminals, from Microsoft, from Dihydrogen Oxide

I am from the Red-Brick Bungalo, the Wood-Walled Palisade, the Barn-Shaped Roof

I am from Fresh Mint and Sour Apple. From Boughs well-worn by childish hands

I am from Crepes every Sunday, from Wilderness Pilgrimages

From Paul and Kathy and Karl

I am from the Broken Pieces of Cracked Families

From the Phoenix to Rise from the Ashes of Shattered Lives

I am from Learn from our Mistakes, from History repeats Itself

I am from Light my candles in a daze

Cause I've found god

I am from the Mosaic of Ingenuity, Creativity, and Endless Distractions

From Tragedy, and Triumph

I am from the Clashing Waves of Nature and Industry

I am from Čechy and Alba, from Pork and Pilsner, Neeps and Tatties

I am from the Digit lost to Submarine Curiosities, from Candle-Cooked Camping Rations

I am from Linux

From Servers

From the archive of backed-up digital memories

In which this poem too will surely reside