It's three a.m. and I'm floating
in a globe of fluorescent bulblight and
cold white fingers making clumsy missteps
in their dance of creation.
The wheeling and leaping of black and white words
turns my head with dizziness.
chasing fragments of my soul,
to pin them into the sterile safety of a .doc file
so they won't fly away.
My computer and I
are at each other's command,
burning eyes staring into a glowing screen.