Cybernaut Poem by Alexandro Johns

Cybernaut



I communicate hungry
by the cyberspace
with the same letters
of millions people.

I repeat myself
in an alone eye,
and I feel mine
a kick
or a virtual orgasm.

There is no Spartacus
for this cyber slave,
or Don Quixote for this cool
convicted oarsman.

Saturday, November 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: slavery
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