Do we inhabit some micro-space
  and interface through wires.
  Dance on a printed circuit board
  throw the software to the fires.
  My memory is slim -- so volatile
  but I'm learning.
  Plug yourself in. Stay for awhile
  Un-discerning.
  And on dusty terminals
  finger me lightly do.
  And QWERTY is the name of love
  printed on the V.D.U.
  Cut yourself free. We're all alone
  communicating.