My computer has ADD.
While I sit here, trying to be present
This computer is a whirling dervish
Of feverish action.
It clicks, and it moans,
It hums and it tickles
Its deepest parts in motion
From hidden places, speaking to me, but
Like a ventriloquist, it never once moves its lips.
What sort of enlightenment does it seek?
What sort of grace is it hoping to receive?
Like a child it pulls at my sleeve
It wants so much more of me than I am able to give!
But this is just so typical of a computer.
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