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I M

 

Walls of darkness surround me,

keep me safe while

my fingers pour out my soul,

sending my life out

through the wire;

the touch of my smallest finger

enough

to let my deepest secrets go;

to be received milliseconds later -

but how?

 

What waits at the other end,

when the words appear on screen?

understanding? fear?

 

The momentary panic when the words

are too late to be retrievedů

 

the danger is a drug.

 

* * * *

"Hi! It's me again."