Wifi Junkie

A spider on the sink
nights without recalling my dreams
wifi junkies
scroll, swipe, sigh.

A wiki junkie
immersed in sleepless dreams
a language of foreign signs
I do not understand.
A pillow of sounds
I could sleep on
if I hadn’t the insomnia
of a pale screen light
triggering
mid-thoughts
fogging the hush
of this Austrian night.

Are these the aches of my times
or are these
thoughts
that feel lucid ’cause I scribble in the dark?
Oh! hush, redeem myself from me at last.

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Read along other (lost) poems as part of the exhibition
“Me, Myself And the Possibility Of You” at Westwerk, HH.