16/17
i breathe the blue light screen and this is what i see
i breathe
i sleep
and i,
awake
few more days, it's over
yet, i breathe
and i absorb
the blue screen
the eye strain, a badge of display
residues of three sixty five days moored by habit
not known to mankind
but probably practiced by imps
known for compulsion
this blink
a blue light screen
i stay, black lines
are the breathing motion
pressed, softly, the steel of blinking blue lit screen
i douse,
i sleep,
asking rest for supplication
i breathe,
slowly,
i awake,
and i see nothing else but this blinking motion
and i rose,
thinking what comes ahead
but the chosen
repeated vocation
