They see nothing
Their eyes are glazed
With the light of computer screens
[a web worthy of Shelob herself]
Ears stopped with the cries from within.
Jaunty caps
[black as one perched on a speaker]
And sour complaints.
Blue and white are the colors of the day
[could they be the colors of forever?]
I too am stained
Poisoned,
Tied-up and strung
[like the strings attached to friend's hearts, but worse[
But am I? Are they?
[is this all there is for me?]
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