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Terminal
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By: Nathan Oldfield
(School of Computer Science)
Competition Year: 2017 Votes (2) | Comments (0) |
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mixes, dirties the light
of the blinking green
cursor, whose cold warmth
falls softly over his brow.
Hesitating, he sits
in the glow of brake lights
diffused through a window,
as the taxi swallows the laughter
and lust of the street below.
His words have not
worked as they have for others -
falling clumsily onto ears;
received distorted
as signals over a bad connection.
Often he peers down,
longing for a place
in the glare of those bright lights;
but here, in the soft blinking
of his terminal, his words command.
