QWERTY in the Alphabet Soup

Today, my only accomplishment is this:

I flipped the standard QWERTY keyboard

Upside down and typed on it:

When I typed the word QWERTY

From my flipped keyboard,

It read "?><MNB" in all caps and

"/.,mnb" in lowercase letters.

"A secret code," I thought.

"Surely I can't be the first to turn over a standard keyboard

And type onto it as I ordinarily would....

Surely someone has done this before I did."

Surely someone has seen the 

X

M(ark)s

the

*

V

I typed the words'

"secret code" and "hidden message"

[as an SOS (lxl) of sorts]

All upside down.

Here is what the search results yielded:

On its own, this isn't much,
But here's the thing:
My discovery qualifies as a new thought, 

And as a first, I gain proper entrance to the Explorers Club

Born and consumed,

In an internet of things.
So it must be accommodated
Or buried
In its own way.
Since we live in a world where everything repeats
The zero and the one mark the alpha and omega,
And what comes between is this:
"gckk,t r,ll;h," and "l,im,n ixk,"

Soon, the soul-collectors will gather us from sleep

Claiming ownership of a patented source

They sell manufactured

For the right price.

Somewhere amid the scribes and the priests,

Someday, invariably,

Another seeker will think

To flip the QWERTY upside down.

Then, he or she will find me here

Standing on the edge of cognitive dissonance,

Holding a mirror reflecting

Back to the other mirror

You shined at me.

The overlord scrivener

Has no choice but to record all of this:

The good, the bad, and the nonsensical.

The web is a net

And the letters are alphabet soup

Remembered only long enough

To forget that they're trapped

Within a structure, too.

Let these words not serve

To feed the beast.

Let our moment withstand,

Each to each-

Here in the oblivion.

If you are here,

Understanding this,

 /.,mnb

qwerty

Revel in the minor triumph

Of coincidence and brotherhood.

Take off your coat and sit on the beach.

We are the cognizant citizens of a binary dream

Humming vowels

Through words we speak.

For the time-appointed disciples

Who thought to extract

And analyze

What the world has seen,

I cannot fathom to think

That I pointed at you

When you pointed at me.

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