an ode to the net
i can see your moon through the jalousies
alone shining faintly in the pitch black night
are you an inspiration?
or you’re leading me to desperation?
it’s your lamp that illuminates my book
without you the moon shines brighter
like when i’m about to fall asleep
when you draw me closer with your every breath
your authority intimidates me
but your beauty haunts me
with every turn of the disk
flashes of green lights from the open
you’re still there
i’m still here
you’ll be gone
but i’m still here
anticipation bores the practice
but it enriches the imagination
you’re just half but i’m whole
should i be needing you?
does this make sense?
your lamp will exhaust
but the moon will remain
still i choose you.