Lost to the morning, not to breakfast
I was set free to pink mist, kick-beats
and monophonic bird calls.
It was there that I found your name.
My fingers pulled up a Wikipedia tab,
greed filling their hold on speedy fingers.
The insatiability promised by imminent
exploration, new sensations. The glory
of the Internet.
Then the eyes started
on their virtual excursion,
waving goodbye to an exultant crowd
but soon sped to a screeching halt
upon encountering the third word
of the first sentence –
© Zelda Reville
Day 24 for NaPoWriMo. Why must it be ‘was’?? I’m attaching Susumu Yokota’s wiki page for your reference.