Do we inhabit some micro-space
and interface through wires.
Dance on a printed circuit board
throw the software to the fires.
My memory is slim -- so volatile
but I'm learning.
Plug yourself in. Stay for awhile
Un-discerning.
And on dusty terminals
finger me lightly do.
And QWERTY is the name of love
printed on the V.D.U.
Cut yourself free. We're all alone
communicating
1 | Fly By Night |
2 | Calliandra Shade |
3 | The Habanero Reel |
4 | Rupi's Dance |
5 | Sanctuary |
6 | Made In England |
7 | The Secret Language of Birds |
8 | Not Ralitsa Vassileva |
9 | Toad In The Hole |
10 | Panama Freighter |