out of touch as fingertips reach for the moon

out of touch as fingertips reach for the moon

 

 

 

an eyeful of sorrow

leaks, 

impressions upon a cheek warping with fracture

 

lives in hiding

love abandoned

technical triumphs

distinguishing features of breathing disappear through circuits

of cold color

 

not the autumn kind with brisk enchantment

but wires for veins

cyber blood flowing

the real kind clotting

in confusion

 

blink and it's gone

blink and it returns

we are subject to our own wisdom's detriment

 

and losing that which we 

have called

sentiment.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/19/18

Reviews

[Ardra]

but wires for veins
cyber blood flowing
the real kind clotting
in confusion

Love the above lines :)
Mmm sad yet... true...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Rapunzel.
j.