Data on the screen and in my head
Neither have wisdom
and I'm filled with dread
My heart is a colander; emptying out my love; holding on to my pain
The screen snows flickers
I've learned it's refrain
No more for my room
full up is my kitchen
The oven burns
The heart churns
The screen shorts out -
the sound is gone
The embers have grown
A faulty extinguisher am I
A faulty human.
I see the fire burning up the curtains
I focus on the screen
I can not move, but to breathe in the smoke
My chest contracts and I cough
I gag and wheeze and contort,
but I still see the Data on the screen
The room grew bright
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