poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Eavesdropper Suite

Prelude: black felt bowler and a black sun umbrella
cello climax in a French church
prelude every single day
for eight years, until he could read it as bytes
vibrations through wood-air-churchstones
knees to body, hand to neck, bow to string

hit play
eavesdropper angels
and then read sixteen bytes at a time
learned it in a private key
played in a public key

Modular exponentiation gives you the unencrypted pad/ bust your hands
bloom the strings /it’s not as hard as you think.

/ start with the cyphertext
/ pseudorandom number generator
/ encrypted
/n a new line character

stored in the computer as binary/
what does x really look like/
leave the bits exactly the same, but change the way we think about them/

/ get the least significant byte and shift it over by eight bits
When you are reading the cyphertext/
read it a byte at a time till you hit the new line/
/ eavesdropper