The Screen Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Reset the clock to a fixed point in a clean room
What can't be removed from before will heretofore be ignored
I am the one who lives here now
And the filter is absolute in creation

Keeping out the flies and mosquitos
Sifting out the bad atmosphere that drifts in and settles on your uncovered privacy
Pristine enforcement is for my own good
Establishment of screaming, unreal, immaculate

Recovering from a near fatal condition
I didn't catch it, I didn't give it to anyone else
I was left with a sterile soul
Doomed to start in the middle

Dirty imperfection, messy behavior as freedom
I can take on anything that comes at me
You were going to have me placed in an environment without a past
With time manipulated into being the most effective screen of all