May 17, 2014

 

 

It’s hard to imagine

that they are real;

those electronic hybrids

who themselves conceal.

 

It’s hard to believe

that they do exist;

those beings of ether

that of no flesh consist.

 

It’s hard to believe

in my tactile head,

that through such energy,

word can spread.

 

It’s hard to grasp, that,

which can’t be touched,

exists at all,

if not tightly clutched.

 

It’s hard to set free

an inner soul,

when the offside rule

prevents the winning goal.

 

 

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