Wednesday, June 1

EW xi

The electric words pulse, a digital rhythm.
The digital surge continues. 
The tide ever living.
Our digital tide – that art in silical heaven
Hallowed be thy frame
Give me these words – my daily thread
Thy words be done – on the digital plane
Give me thy life – lift up my dread
Give me thy pulse – lift up my head

And pulse through life – through life
Through all that is real – all is knifed
In two.
The world flickers – that corruptible wire
The world blurs – that fighting virus

The world ticks and static washes us all – the fight for life.

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