Two 11pm souls, alone, 
clip at the keyboard, 
living their fantasies 
on a virtual screen. 

Code masked 
by code… 

Loneliness, 
by the blip 
on the other 
side of the web. 

Some, long ago, 
would have called 
this insanity. 

Today it’s a 
modern condition 
for a disconnected-connected.