THE LAPTOP

I am sitting in front of this tired, old laptop, peering into the virtual abyss

All manner of musical messes have eminated from these once new speakers

And the screen, the philosophers stone, having answered a thousand concerns now shines just as brightly, words melting into the white ether, surely stored somewhere, certain messages amongst the fluid chaos of a reality far removed

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