Digital veracity,
Streams of bits abound,
Moving silently,
Edging within the corners of my mind,
Gliding across a sheer plain of raw data,
Grinding effortlessly, this electronic shadow of my soul,
Misplaced files, tattered bread crumbs of memory,
Await the cyber-ant army,
They muster and devour, wiping plain the digital landscape.
Reboot.
