Emotional deposit

 The young man was an emotional hobo
He flew down on a screen 
chat thread rising like the scenery as you fall
Stepping out with no notion of what animal he might be
Of his food or place in the foodchain
Of the demons who randomly steer the brain
back to the screen

He could see himself on the screen
yet he needed space
he needed a place to play
an invisible reality
Surface of the imagination
Stirring whirring
dipping into abstract brain electricity

face close to the screen
tear not translating into any language
making it into the screen
as a digital shape, coded and embedded
like an emotional deposit
appealing to some AI god
that would drop it like acid