A program left running on without a single visitor,
a peculiar moment in history.
Should hours and hours pass blindly in the background,
somewhere a curious onlooker will wonder why,
why would you care so much about a thing,
empty and idle despite beautifully drawn?
How many lives do we wake when we rest on the end of a rich full day?
All it would be was a spike in statistics,
a tribute to a trend shared by trillions throughout time.
It’s beautifully drawn, the only mind that would look
beyond that and say love, love
what you want in the wake of other things.
And then BOOM!
You tap a key or move a mouse,
in a flash for something inadmissible and off away the mind will go.
Into the world, into the cyber fountain of all things eternal.