Poem: Tethered

A poem by Ian Lahey

Tethered to machines, self-confined,

our means refined to data streams,

a vital glitch from chair to screen

our dreaming bodies left behind.

In ocean worlds of words and vision

unbound by space or season,

secluded reason, slave so keen

to its digital online freedom.

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