"Untitled," Philip Melia
    for a moment he stared
    at the screen, his head cocked
    to the side, as he clicked unconsciously
    repeating patterns ingrained
    in him from daily routine
    cycling images, cursors marking the
    blinking seconds
    information streaming silently
    while he thought
    and his heart warmed briefly
    in the half-light of something he lost
    but which he could not get rid of


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