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Out of the ethereal, electrical ether,
Out of the hum, the silent hum of electrons switching switches,
Out of the woven web of tangled transmissions of half-thought thoughts,
I draw forth the words of the invisible mind
with its indiscernible, indeterminable, indiscriminate plots,
And bring them to life in my pixilated poems in high-definition phosphor-ed phrases,
Lines and stanzas, spell-checked and Grammatik-ed, corrected in ways I did not intend,
no capitals here, but Here, this denied, I so tried and tried, to hide
from the Editor hidden deep inside,
And when, always inevitably, eventually when,
The demons that dance in the ghostly haunts of the cyber-moor,
Sneak into my world as sinister, secretive, skulking spies,
On silicon slippers and seductive silk-lies,
To slowly take over, to slowly take down,
To steal all my words and send them away in weeping good-byes,
The Tempter, Deceiver, this Satan Sublime,
“Why must you prey on my memory and devour my soul!”
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