Common Grace Diaspora

i sit in my puffy chair

and finger ergonomic bumps

to do my bidding

rearranging

sights and sounds
to go

my way
to be

my truth
to save

my life

30 second

byte-size slices

of schizality
coming
fast, furious
shimmering, shaking
snaking, sliding,
deceiving
distracting
denying
but not delaying
my own
digital
demise
one
dot
at
a
time...