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I grasp the black screen,

Just to check in with,

All the important things in

The world.

My focus narrows as I

Lose myself in the reflections of

Scrolling habits and endless searches;

Continually absorbed.

The screen begins to dissolve and

Take root in my palm.

Fusing with my hand, as if

It’s connected.

Searching for connection,

We become connected

To this new appendage.

We’re attached.

- Tom Malone


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