Droves and droves,
faces, crooked necks,
lit in a blue glow.
Manipulating screens,
pressing keys.
Plugged in.
The face to face
day, lost -- replaced,
by a book of the face,
by a text in it's place.
By a friend who ignores you,
by toneless messages,
and numb connections.



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