They felt board

I´m putting my fingers on the board
Where I demonstrate my language
I began to sink deep into it
putting myself onto it from the inside

I´ve become a part of the blankness
That suddenly transforms
twisting across the whiteness
I´ve sunken into it

What have I become
my fingers run over the world
I can inject myself into the screens
Converted into liquid

Attention is the burning van driving away
Flames climbing and rocks hitting the panels
I Fall onto it spilt milk by random hands
The fire dissipates and the rock crumbles

I have become truly neutral
gladly intangible.