-I sit here in
the dark of the night
the dark of the soul
bathed in a pale glow of a screen
yet wrapped in a blanket of words
the hum of a machine fan with a faint tick,
a line read -
sounding its imminent demise -
burning through the eyes -
a thing to fix
finding its place to rest in my mind.
The tap of keys
a search for meaning
truth - fighting to find the balance
composition on a computer
chaos finding order
save - delete - ignore - try again
my self cries out for my soul
poetry on a processor
hearts holding hands.
Tri*al"i*ty (?), n. [L. tres, tria, three.]
Three united; state of being three.
© Webster 1913.
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