I was sitting in a chair, screen glowing
a sickly blue-white light, when I wondered,
who am I. I waited. I listened. The
computer beeped...mail! Jumping my mind
from the funk that surrounds this place,
my fingers raced. It was from...me? Puzzled,
I read what I wrote. Poetic crap, through
and through. But it was from me. I don't
remember sending a message to me. How could
it be from me? How could it be from me?