The Montage ConditionAidan Delaney

Snap, snap, click-it-click,A blade penetrates my optical unconscious, A blade of ones and zeros,Virtual to the point of its material absence,Sharp, but only in it cognitive penetration,This moment takes meaning from the last,An infinite residue of juxtapositions, Each inferring toward what has gone before it, Dialectical?I think not! This is the montage condition.