Mouse Bites

A comfort in loneliness
Companion from childhood
offering color
Even mechanical attention warms a little
in a world of rushing-about giants
Could it be
Could the hypnotic electronic window
Could the addiction be complete?
Could the watching, watching, watching
Nibble away your soul
with tiny, little mouse bites?
Till all imagination lulls into dreamy space
Till all creative glee is a shadowed recall
Till there is no more inner friend?
Could the watching, watching, watching
Steal this from you?
– Veryl Nadya Rosenbaum, Ignacio