Lithe

They twist so freely through it

like long, flowing hair in liquid

swirl and snap.

 

Young and fluid

snap to open, swipe to close

expand and minimize

without regret.

 

So bold reacting

without thought and

only ghostly recognition.

 

Trusting the serpent

taking the fruit

embracing without question

or interpretation.

 

And when the pixels die

and the memory fails

an electric hell cell.

 

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