just once I’d like to find what I came here for…
forgetting that thing
I was going to check
wandering around the web
lost in its tangential branches
late night
grows later
as internet minutes
never correspond to clock time
eyes close
a finger rests
on a repeating key
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
(D James)
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