While the World Ages

December 2, 2012

Child of the interface
You live in a lonely era.
Bright pages never see darkness.
Comfort comes to you as such familiar
Pale, crisp light that never looks away
In the void:
A screen searing images into your retina.
Everything is gone and you are huddled
In front of the last pure resource;
The interface never withers.

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