Bandwidth

I linger in a digital world
which dazzles like a champagne flute
whose blush of amber liquid
casts you into wet unknowns.
This place of digital knowledge
is a synchronized illusion-
where reality is porcelain
tattooed with broken fault lines.

But the buzzing haze
of hard-drive space
drowns out pleasant digital dreams.
And the taste of wire cords
is laced with electric conversation.
Here, every question has been asked
(and answered) by an unseen cyber deity.

In this digital environment
you have everything there is
but nothing that you need.