I recently posted this in Extreme Honesty, a tribe on Tribe.net, and basically was told that no one understood it. So I'm posting it here. If anyone runs across this and can understand it, let me know.


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On, off
On, off
On, off. . .
In the ripening wheat
The fireflies flash
Their coded, courtship calls.

On, off
On, off
On, off. . .
In the corn stubble
Genetic memory downloads
Phosporescent binary commands;
Triggering reproductive subroutines,
Spawning child processes.

On, off
On, off
On, off. . .
Maybe love DOES compute.