Hogeyed next to the computer.
Lazy legs dangle, my mouths on mute.
The haze of the screen has me hypnotised.
Crashing rain passes back to drizzel outside.
I´m glued to this machine like one of it´s wires.
My hands are busy clicking and typing tirelessly.
This window into technologies rumble, into a busy little world that´ll disappear in an earthquake or a storm.
The keys touch me and the mouse holds my hand.
Am I part of it? Or is it part of me?
Will I soon bleed electricity?
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