some face the window
some turn to the interior
but each one holds their gaze close
to the screen
a human computer bubble
minds crunching
communicating by keystrokes
navigating the internet through a mousepad
as people walk by outside
unnoticed
the sun slowly sets
on another world
feeding the plants
transformed into DC
heating coffees and teas
I imagine brains firing
and wonder what thoughts are inside
the smell of coffee reminds me
I have been here before
in the back room
sharing poetry with live humans
on pieces of pulped tree
is there no going back?
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