better let you go

in a room where air is soft and warm
filled with vibrations
the computer is a silent
willing companion
the ghost of my son hovers nearby
WD-40 needing a task a project
n motion or dead
under suppressive fire
too alive to talk in a normal voice
i am loud
he is barely audible and unable to control his own urges
to join interrupt reset reboot set himself on fire
ask for applause
and more money

4-11-24

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