Space Digital

Space Digital
Cruising through hallways of empty spaces, between the empty spaces
It's called space digital, the stuff real theorists dream about, digital space
Advertising buzzwords, everyone cashing in, pretending the web wears clothes
Not needing worlds of words, jammed packed, jammed packed with materials

Worlds just bits and pieces of zeroes, loosely pinned to cosmic bulletin boards
Not a lot of goals, nor collections, just uncluttered spaces, just natural processes
Pieces big to small, vast continents, made of dirty particles, chips and mountains
All bumping together, as boats at docks, knock the docks, from tides and winds

Ten worlds wobbling round one axis, lining up time to time, lemons and jackpots
Grinding staticly noises, digital chatter, of real digital afterlifes, before, now, forever
Sounds glittering in hairy ear tubes, resonating of universes, sealing wax, and strings
Final united blur forms, part positive, part negative, glimpsed only in empty hallways