Cyberspace Floats Through Me

Imprisoned in the seventeen inches monitor I live

Virtual corporeality is my sick walk

About in private database garden

Computerised emotions, digitalised instincts

Synthetic labyrinths of ideal world diffuse through me

I am careful gardener of directories' and files' world

Imprisoned in the seventeen inches monitor I slave

To many megabytes of negligent unusable software

As the fingers dance the lethal cancan over keyboard

I'm hypnotised, agonising cyberspace floats through me

Falling down, tangled in the collapse, I'm overloaded

My real torso will never wake again

I'm imprisoned in virtual reality, encoded, indexed

The neural interface connects me with real world