We are caught up in this digital distance
Tangled in strings of binary code
Texting in sequence but in silence
Transmitting thoughts on keystroke roads.
We are caught up in tactile indigence
An impoverished need for human touch
We receive electronic mental perceptions
By fonts implied as such.
We are caught up in digital rambling
Ritualistic taps of thoughts and rhymes
Suffocating until we tap, release and enter
Into the electronically charged sublime.