The Digital Exorcism

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Sherrod Sturrock

I revel in its absence.

The darkness unbroken

By insistent green digits

Marking, minute by ruthless minute

The passage of my waking.

Duplicating dashes fashion

Minutes in lock-step march.

I watch – fascinated – anticipating

The numerical transformations.

Through the night they mark the

Indifferent hours, eating into

My fragmented dreams

Like kryptonite. Scoring wakefulness.

But now…a blessed void; an empty darkness.

The invader, banished to the guest room,

Sits dark and silent. Unplugged.

 I revel in its absence.