by Focus
© 2000 Focus, all rights reserved
Cyber cards fly,
Spades and diamonds,
Clubs and hearts
Royalty and number class.
Flung by magic circuits
Creating imagery
In red, in black, on white.
Music repeating, flowing through.
Fake cards on glowing screen
Somehow fascinate
While thoughts diverge
From the mundane.
As the mind attacks the puzzle
It need not think, at all,
But may soar free
And dream
Or cry.
Independent of the world around it.
Roaming in place.
Insubstantial.
Alone.