Annata

i study in the school of relativists, 
leaning back in my chair
with cell phone in hand,
which i download all of my books

onto, like i download as much of the

vast information available in cyberspace,

as i can -
into my brain. 
in-between modern myths,
and online PDF search engines 
my cephalic-zones crave information
like a drug, 
and if that which sometimes out of error i may call me 
or my
or even i
have to go without it 
for whatever reason, 
i find 
that i get quite down about that 
which sometimes out of error
i may call myself