Corner feathers of my eyes
Have absorbed colour pixels
Past the screen, the cat
Looks hazy
Keypads mirror my fingers
My thoughts have typos
Sweet voice of my mother
Drowned out by CD-Roms
I choke on news capsules
Laugh at the squirrel
Playing ping-pong
I spread out like a banyan tree
Rooting myself invisible.
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