I see you on the screen you see me
we see each other
youre propped up on the tip of your elbow, and
I repeat do you like my hair twice
my connection is weird you apologize
I nod and wave it away
start to think about the billions of pixels
making up your face the hallway out your door
and the very white page Im writing on
running their weary track on the hyper-super-highway
little Marathons running and running
bursting forth on a screen, rushing forth with the
great importance of one that brings light













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