Between Keyboard and Chair

Digital mirrors

into other worlds

peer back with

perfect blinding vision

Hark!

"We are the virus

the disease

the night-dark scissors

for your silver cords,

"The end of days is yet to come"

The voice of reason spoke its truth,

Papermache-ing

the world into a mural

of cryptic

byte sized ones and zeros

Error!

The problem exists between

Keyboard and Chair.