In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk



We search the screen for images

but they come searching us.

They are seeking our weak points.

They want to win us.

They reach for us

through the screen

antennae probing.

They never see us.

They cannot see.


We peer at them

through the screen

trying to decipher

their ploys, their deceptions

their hidden purposes.

The screen masks them

and we cannot see.


We prostrate ourselves

at the screen’s foot

and cry, Hail, Delusion !