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I wrote this over ten years ago, but it still says it for me.
Courage,
The Plaid Adder *********************
Letter from a Virtual Friend by The Plaid Adder
So, sitting here Working out What to say From--no, I don't Even know How far away-- (And what could Geography, Distance, mean Anyhow Here inside The machine)
So, choking down Loss like a Bitter seed, You know as I Do, words aren't What you need-- And wanting to Do more than Language can I hate that here Language is All I am--
A header, dark Blots in a Bluish sheen-- A text that looks Different on Every screen, Weightless, a Footfall that Makes no noise, A hug you Can't feel, speech WIthout a voice--
So what am I-- Pixils, Light and air-- Still, if, wraith That I am, you Can tell I care--
Well, could we Say this means No one is gone-- What are we, Or what else Is logging on But faith, acts Of trust in what We can't see; Proof, for what It's worth, of other Ways to be--
That heartbeat and pulse don't define "survive," That in the flesh Need not be how We stay alive?
Cold comfort, Now when you Can only feel The sharp sting, The loss of The breathing real. So what do I mean--well, It's not clear-- Whatever good It does, know-- I'm out here.
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