I write in the blue hush
Of a screen that hums like prayer
Sending small lanterns of language
Into the endless dark
Each line is a signal
A pulse of who I am
Moving through circuits
That have never seen my face
Some nights the words rise
Like incense from my chest
Seeking a stranger
Whose spirit mirrors mine
Other nights I am only a flicker
A trembling username
Trying to stay human
In a world made of light and dark
Still
I return
Heart open
Soul unhidden
Hoping someone out there
Feels the warmth
Of the poem I release
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And so we all feel this urge that someone might be touched by our writing. A lovely piece of work
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