Television

Bleeding the atmosphere

We transfuse our pale minds

With its coloured ether.

The will edited out

By fine-tuned surgery,

Freed from the contagion

Of life’s three dimensions,

Our eyes kiss the grey cheek

Of our benefactor.

We sigh,

Smile,

And settle –

Quarantined forever.

 

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