Digital Loneliness Poem by Patti Masterman

Digital Loneliness



ASCII never asks the code for the key
And metal's too cold, and plastics too brief;
The bits and the bytes are fathomless,
None of them has permanent address.

The hum is a life of limited living,
When steaming blood to the cable's driven,
Dying lonely, while still plugged in-
Eternal now- but spread too thin.

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