05/27/2003 Archived Entry: "Ode to Sun"

While archiving old e-mail at work, I came across this poem I wrote last year. It's a filk of my favorite poem, High Flight.

Ode to Sun
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Bill
And danced the wires on UNIX-silvered wings;
SUNward I've climbed, and joined the whirling mill
Of SPARC-filled rooms--and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of--multitasked and served with RAID
High in the 64-bit silence. Secure in my abode
I've chased the shouting users along, and made
My eager CLI grep footless lines of code.
Up, up in the long, delirious kernel stack
I've done a billion MIPS with easy grace,
Where never Jobs, or even Groves could hack--
And while with silent lifting mind, I've sought
The high untresspassed sanctity of the datacenter,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of Scott.

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