Again, the gray dot beside your name turns
Green as mine is. Available, our dots say
How can that be when you and I are both
Shackled to commitments in isolated worlds?
A high fence between: hindrance to treason
A high fence between: hindrance to treason
I could click the mouse and knock on your virtual
Door. You will surely open; we will chat endless
Door. You will surely open; we will chat endless
But it does not release either you or me; We
Are like prisoners talking through iron bars
Are like prisoners talking through iron bars
Sharing fantasies that elude us in the real world
So proximate and yet so remote from each other
So proximate and yet so remote from each other
In pain, I watch as a gray dot evicts the green
Temptation departing with graceful, quiet footfalls./chyt2007
Temptation departing with graceful, quiet footfalls./chyt2007
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