My words are not diminished.
They may even be crowding out
the thoughts that get cramped behind,
computerese and lost files, that "can't
be totally gone", so I pray to
the God of High Tech.
I'd pray to the other God, the one
most men claim saved their lives
and gave them strength,
but I don't have his e-Address and
I'm not so sure he's up and running.
Besides, can I get him to explain
the error message that has me
staring, dumb founded, to a blank
screen?
Categories:
computerese,
Form: Free verse