It is a dream you cannot remember.
A face you've seen
yet seems strange.
A half remembered moment of your childhood.
The hours you and I have wasted
staring at these infernal screens
defining our age.
Find yourself here.
Find yourself in now.
Post Script:
thoughts move fast.
the fingers don't always know
what's happening.
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