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
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