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.