The closed door
seldom opens.
Behind it lives
a technical hive
where battles are fought
in virtual time
and fantasies live vicariously.
The dust gets deeper
and never shifts.
The air is stale
and sometimes so thick
it seems to be filled with
anger and sadness,
frustration and guilt
and these are not the bricks
from which a home can be built.
seldom opens.
Behind it lives
a technical hive
where battles are fought
in virtual time
and fantasies live vicariously.
The dust gets deeper
and never shifts.
The air is stale
and sometimes so thick
it seems to be filled with
anger and sadness,
frustration and guilt
and these are not the bricks
from which a home can be built.
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