In a web that never sleeps
lights-out land of servers
who run, and crawl about
or listlessly lie in wait
Now I lay me down to sleep
or dream of unseen niches
where strangers bide, or bid,
or rest alone together
Monday, July 02, 2007
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3 comments:
sums up perfectly how i often feel
unable to sleep and
sitting
before a screen full of faraway
thank you
(like the title too) :)
Welcome to the online world...
great poem, Steve
Annie
floots - thanks, been up more lately. My brother got me thinking about niche marketing, which I duly researched, but here I am tapping Sinatra for help :)
annie - it's an odd world at times, isn't it? thanks for this note.
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