Shackled to a screen
plugged in, hard lines
fracture
attention snaps, frayed
and wavers, brushing tab to tab
Never lingers
Never ceases

I watch blue bars creep right
dots tracing the same circle
over
and over
Augmented reality
ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
Cracking up
The screen glows sharp and cold

Full of light, devoid of life
my magic mirror
I gaze and tap and furrow
flipping through pages
that aren’t pages
No smell of fresh printing
No papercuts
Just silicon
and carpal tunnel

In my pocket
on my desk
Doorway to the world
window of opportunity
draws me in with false blue glow
The sun is bright outside, I know
but down into the light I go
to make the numbers grow