Solitude in the Networking Age

I love to learn my lessons

all by myself.

If you only knew

the room upstairs,

where I grew up,

what names.

I have given myself,

and the distance

between two bodies in space,

you'd understand the sentiment.

The room upstairs keeps record

busies itself with transactions

a market-maker

a machine

an impeccable, efficient place;

where

I am a good person with

cracks and edges, where

I cry a lot

in self-pity and then

deny it.

It is difficult to accept

being

so absolutely alone,

in the dark,

and,

also,
in the light.

No one taught me how to survive myself

in this impossible space, and so

I look towards the screen

and screens of screens

for an echo

or some (c)ack.

©hRj 2010