Anticipatory Nerd Love

I know those words are not yours
I know those words are everyone’s
Those words are only light on glass
The tell tale signs of a
Long sensed cold digital firing order
Those words are not from your mouth
Not so great a distance in glass
But states and miles from me
Even if I could be there
These words are not directed my way
These words are fingered attacks
For the keys bounce back when struck
But I am much slower to return when
Ground into the boards beneath me
But these screened, shared words
The effected prose of deconstructed thought
Cause me to fall from my seat
To know that you will indicate, soon, how you are today

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