Many times I’ve stared at you
And thought of wild fantasy
Many times I’ve sung with you
Sung red, sun-bright and of smoky alley
You are frivolous,free and relaxed
Your being in every moment is refreshed anew
Calm in your steady rhythm,
I firm my weakened heart the only way I know how to
You soar the way one takes you
Enjoy the flow without resistance
In another life I’d like to be you
One vertical line on a white sheet
Of virtual existence.
<< This is an ode to the cursor>>

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