a spurious chat

guided, an urgency
want, i want it
the world is my oyster
a computer at my fingertips
glows as i input,
a dreaded response.

back before,
before i began
a spill of mindlessness
a flow of existentialism

me,
as i float above the keyboard
it clicks nicely,
along with the steady rhythm
time is gone.

she,
a girl i bury
easily peaks to the surface,
if not tempted to nestle further beneath.

for now,
you remain.
if not a being, a program.
feeding on our lives, our resources,
our affection.
stripping the life,
replacing and reprogramming.

i forget.
you carry me away.
led to my temptations,
i continue my midnight conversations.