Just think of all the <br />Forgotten poems <br />Created in the space <br />Of one computer booting up. <br /> <br />The mind-speech races <br />To erase itself in white <br />Lines of static streams, much <br />Like the snow of popcorn <br />Crushed under theater seats.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgotten-popcorn/
