Modern Buddha, screen with forest background,
typing seven years, trying to code enlightenment
and, when not, get the record score in solitaire.
Mother, saying: "I never named Junior Buddha,
afraid someone would meet him on a road
and kill him," and no one understanding her.
So there is typing and retyping and edits and typoes
and an attempt, however frail, however vain,
to reach something bigger than life or death.
There are 1s. And 0s.
But which is enlightenment,
the one of the off?