Two 11pm souls, alone,
clip at the keyboard,
living their fantasies
on a virtual screen.
Code masked
by code…
Loneliness,
by the blip
on the other
side of the web.
Some, long ago,
would have called
this insanity.
Today it’s a
modern condition
for a disconnected-connected.
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