2surrounded by wires
my sockets plugged in to the
electric telepathy
channel that the world all runs
simultaneously.
the LAN of electricity
lights, sound,
fingers clicking on keys,
corpses Googling along with
bots and students and businessmen.
eyes glint
with neon reflections
of dreams and wistful sighs
grated from wheezing machines,
fans whirring,
the click and drop of money
and love and
wedding rings on steel and concrete.