A lightning flash strikes a tiny instant
and steals away all of space and time;
to take home, stash behind a pixel front
Until the giants of our future dine.
I've seen behind the block faced screen, I've seen
writing etched deep within it's hollowed tomb.
I've seen the gaze it gives to shoddy points,
b'fore encasing them deep within it's womb.
I've seen skilled mage's touch upon a truth,
cancel that which seeks complete corruption,
flitter between the space unreal and sooth
and rescue us from our own destruction.
And yet when I marvel on it's sculpted face,
I notice a lust for power, raw and base.