in the glow of the screen,
lines blur and colors blend.
each pixel a story told.

morning dew clings to wires,
echoes of night's digital cries.
a hum, a buzz, alive.

lost in this neon haze,
data streams like rainblaze.
memories stored in bytes.

bbs whispers in code,
murmurs from the modem mode.
threads tie us together.

old hands swift at keys,
nights spent in secret sees.
dreams shared over phone lines.

[found a snippet, old and faded:
"what if words were just another medium?
like light or sound,
a spectrum to bend?"]

the screen flickers and fades,
but the connections remain.
in the glow of the past.

-- iNK$tAiN
"made a thing."
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