A framework
an internal network
works like the internet

No signal
at times.

The light comes on when
someone's home at
other times
home's a
no go zone

But the messages keep creeping in
as if a hacker's given everyone your pin

I can't help but feel it's real

and pictures puncture me with ****** death, what kind of artistry is this?

If my last wish upon the dying breath could be
I'd wish for images of she

she in Winter filled with Summer zest,

Age.

screens become fogged,
clogged
something fails each day
the network falls apart at every
beat,

switch off,
restart
it doesn't work
there is no
'life cheat'



A harp plays pluckily
luckily
not for me

Jesus will have to keep on saving.