Cyberspace sprawls out before me;

everywhere that anyone could
ever want to be.

Take me NoWhere.

All ports open; 80 screams,
trying to wake me
from these illicit dreams
of human touch.
Relays and switches
and synapses pass
through these gullies and ditches,
dragging me through binary mud.

Digitized; this world before my eyes,
this that I am a part of;
The more I become, the more I realize
I'm lonelier than I have ever been.
My heart beats with synthetic
pulses, a message to foreign satelites,
a signal to a symbol of inherent rhetoric.

Sprawling out before me, this vast emptiness
consumes me in infinite loneliness.
Empires of Information rise and fall;
a Roman infrastructure, consuming one and all.
Port 80
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