the hands of loneliness
grope for the pictures on
the tube
a world is created full of
colors and conversations
what you love to hear is the
moan of a lovely life
a romantic prelude of the
river of electrical currents
byte per byte you enjoy what
this technological fantasies can offer
because you are having so many wounds
the sting of guilt stings no more
there are walls that wall you in
and you feel so protected
in the jungle of lust you water
the maladies of your broken dreams
you comfort yourself somehow that just
like your past moments of happiness
this misdirected journey in a maze
is not a place of no return
you keep the lighthouse beckoning
other lost ships back
and so everyone finds everybody
back to their strong arms again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Everyone finds everybody back to their strong arms again. thanks.