paradoxical isolation

i-so-lay-shun
in times of plague and misery we live
social distancing they call it
an euphemism for lonely existence
in the deepest depths of which
lies a paradoxical feeling
a desire to go deeper
a desire to be more alone
a desire to cut oneself from all social ties
a isolation of mind
a mind so exhausted
it seeks refuge in the deepest voids
seeking solace from the misery
by becoming one with the void
a ghost in the cold winds
devoid of existence’s burdens
finally free

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packet pusher

the flow of packets never ending
pushed through fiber
pushed through copper
pushed through air
pushed through the cold ether of space
the protocol matters not
the humble packet pusher does it all

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