I type too fast to take enough time
to enter line then line my poems
-faint perterbations, unsummed, to be churned-
but it does,
it gives foundation
and existance,
and I'm self-satisfied, proved real,
glorious, glorious.
There's nothing digital of me
and I'm all words and straight lines
at depth.
If I need meaning from distance
I'll put a hand through a wall.
Still, I'm glad no-one knows my name.
What would I do with literal addition.