Do we inhabit some micro-space

and interface through wires.

dance on a printed circuit board

throw the software to the fires.

my memory is slim -- so volatile

but i'm learning.

plug yourself in.

stay for awhile

un-discerning.

and on dusty terminals

finger me lightly do.

and qwerty is the name of love

printed on the v.d.u.

cut yourself free.

we're all alone communicating.