Mar
6
Digital Lover
My world will end. These words end here.
I could hold the world, but I want you here.
We miss our flesh, our flesh is pixels.
The digital clock ticks very slow…
You are not far. Things are not far, but still
the old cast laws in depths of static.
No tablets; I write to infinity,
a head full of micro-chips and bibles.
Now, I learn how to love in an online clip,
I recite epics in quick showers,
I lift a litany of longing
to a God called many different names.
In my Carpe Diem, now Carpe Noctum,
I leave you only these thoughts:
Digital lover, love with endless digits!
Type! let the phones moan! let the words glow!
Remember: do not let your last words
be a sign that reads “DO NOT DISTURB.”
© 2010 Constantine Kulakov
