moments frozen in a seven-fifty
wire-walked to the waiting bucket
loads of memries in a bachelor’s pad
anxious for a visit from Amphitrite
chains unlocked at her command
to wash away the solitude
reminiscense of love, of joy and follies
all safe within electronic frames
the old, the recents flashing before her
kindling the coldness of the wintertime
a gamut of colors in millions of pixels
an odd pleasure out of digitized past
surreal, artificial, consoling, reassuring
distance and time their essence gone
non-existent, forgotten, inane, ignored,
looking straight to the cold eyes of technology
since when and how did you get this warm?
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