It rummages through the turbulent air
Manages to resist you, locate the deepest part of you
A cannibal salmon spirit that settles like
The claws and laws of gravity
And consumes rapturously with its monstrous mouth,
Sucking out the juice of your heart, unleashing
A river of untrammelled desires
That seeps through your sweaty fingers
And floods the keyboard with vernacular vomit
The flash of a blinking screen blabs and bleeds
Under your pulsing left eyelid
Refresh. A tiny red box. A number.
Your digitized body ripples wirelessly across distance
The zapping neurons in your brain dance like heated popcorn
A fidgety monster tugging at the strings of your being
A delicious wound gushing out sweet blood that refuses to heal
Telling you to stab the clock in the face
Your soul is here, on The Wall
Trapped inside a white rectangular box
Pinned down with dates and names
Tags and Likes and status updates
Willingly, or perhaps, unknowingly,
You are tumbling, tumbling
Into that sleepless navy blue.
This is when your voice is heard.
This is where your life begins.
This is who you are.