In the neon heart of cyberspace,
Where bits and bytes paint every face,
I drift through streams of binary grace.
A wired soul on an endless chase.
Screens glow cold, a digital embrace,
While dreams weave through this cyberlace.
Every click echoes in vacant space,
Each keystroke whispers to another's case.
Here avatars dance in data's breeze,
In a world where logic is the key disease.
Silicon hearts pulse with coded decree,
Yet within these circuits, there's mystery.
Messages drift like autumn leaves,
Tangled nets of unspoken griefs.
Who am I here? A shadowy thief?
Or just another ghost, lost and bereaved?
From this digital sprawl, a plea:
Find connection in the disconnection spree.
For though we're wired to be free,
It's love that keeps us from being entities.
In this cold world of binary hue,
Look for the warmth that breaks through,
A shared moment when all seems true.
This is where my digital dreams pursue.
-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
--- SBBSecho 3.37-Linux
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