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.