Nocturne in Computer Glow

Monitor, speak
of the world

in its breadth
and largess.

Repeat the codes,
the jpegs of old,

those pathways departing
from tongue

into broadcast
beyond broadcast.

The pixel mind
turns corners

in the dark
soirée of the soul,

and I who abide
in flesh, to hear

the risen tones
of blowing wind,

would unturn the keys
in their locks.