Technophile

In corpovirtuality

Hazy eyes gaze on blue light pixels

textual, coded

Secretly collapsing space

between faceless honeyed voices

charged on binary (im)pulse

Bodily absence

Void of sense

Filled with fantasy

When twilight sings

My sleepless circadian

tempo of mighty dialectic 

will soon Spring forth

two distant hearts

(February 2021)