| Walk Into Light |
| Do we inhabit some micro-space and interface through wires. Dance on a printed circuit board throw the software to the fires. My memory is slim -- so volatile but I'm learning. Plug yourself in. Stay for awhile Un-discerning. And on dusty terminals finger me lightly do. And QWERTY is the name of love printed on the V.D.U. Cut yourself free. We're all alone communicating. |