Keys. Keys to what?

Hover over them. Wait. Not yet. Not yet.

Plugged in. Filter out. Metafilter. Meta-metafilter.

We sit. We sit. We sit.

Hover and tap. Churn. Hover, tap tap.

The room is dark and cold. I cough and the room echoes.

Somewhere else, far away, I dance casino online in the Sun.

Sometimes I can almost remember.

2 Thoughts on “Focus

  1. Wonderful. Each line a poem.

    Sort of like the prisoner composing a poem by copying down the graffiti on his cell walls.

  2. Terry on March 24, 2008 at 2:59 pm said:

    I pictured Jeff sitting in a dark room scratching this on his walls.

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