Severed Connections

Always alone, what else do we know?
We have grown accustomed to loom
Universally we stand connected
By lines to each other’s doom

How erroneous to accept
The progress of dreaming,
The TV is on, my computer is streaming
All the world is aglow…

© Delia Ross. 2010

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