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.
