The blue light of the screen
Gives me results and ageing.
Can I work and not hurt myself?
Can I do science and stay young?
Can I connect and not irradiate my cells?
Conscious and curious,
I sit at my desk.
Cells and numbers arrange
In a logic reserved to few
And drawing lines
The future is shaped
By those commas and exponentials
And from the numbers,
An innovative way of stepping comes.
I will fall asleep like a cat today
At The repetitive sound
Your hand produces on the keyboard.
You are absorbed and isolated
Into the virtual world
Of the blue light
Of data and algorithms
And my efforts are childish
When passion is addiction.
My thoughts travel like envelopes
From my mind through my arms
To the tips of fingers.
I read them out loud,
As only felt words can be,
And they cross the dimension of time
And travel into space
From this grey chair of willingness.
Little second and endless minutes
Decorate my day
While surfing the web of paying attention
To the greedy phone.
I feel their emptiness and their frustration.
I fill them with mindfulness and self-consciousness.
I am hanging confused today
On the brink of a chair
Trying to decide if I am
Dried or energized
By the millions of interactions,
And the instinctual clicks of the day.
Hop hop over your accelerating heart,
Hop hop over the dark thoughts of a terrible outcome,
Bounce from idea to conclusion
And have fun
Passing the levels of this living video game.
Fluo colours and sharp edges
Define the levels of no different value
Where you illuminate new routes
After a long time.
Captivated and nullified
By the big screen in my face
I forget the value of each minute
And tho appreciate the specialty of my companions.
Actively remind yourself
Your Uniqueness for the setting,
The actions and the peers
Drawing the landscape
While you sit and stare
Our run and connect.