"The Vat Of Information"
I know none of you
I know nothing of your existence
Except that you’re here
In front of me for this short stint
I know not your name
I know you like games
I know only this, not that
In the information vat
Given that you’re a human
I know you have feelings
A sense of humor to accommodate
And a death date declared ‘fate’
Shape means nothing
When ya stare roughly
At the edges and the next
Thing you’ll ask is a reflex
All because I showed interest
I certainly am thankful for the gist
