I'm in my subterranean
office,
4 feet under with a view of cedar.
It's 32 degrees celsius
The fan is going for fun,
the wet air just laughs.
Loss.
Just a reality of virtuality I guess.
Like a fish bumping into the glass wall,
just to be sure the wall is still there.
One day while careening towards the glass
I realized I should have hit it by now.
Where did the wall go?
Fear is when Google is gone.