in the world of ones and zeros

i.
in the world of ones and zeros, a pathway is opened and the light from an extruded glass bulb, flickering, radial and drawn from a roaring wave past sandy shores, the last of the great green and complete forests and manufactured conduits which compress force into predictable patterns, reaches instantly forward, touching the night and becoming its opposite.
ii.
potent numerical data, like the realization of vibratory states (even in the quietude of early morning) is self-replicating, according to the leaves on an indoor rubber plant, papery insect wings and the way hands bend toward each other during attempts at emotional communication.
iii.
there is a sound like curtains being drawn and trees toppling, but without variation: those circuits present only two possibilities.