words rise slowly
then sink deleted
into a blank field
a white interface
for neurons firing
in utter darkness
traces of excitation
caught on screen
like collider photos

i love its accepting ways
whiteness as pure
as new fallen snow
its total disregard
for what settles upon it

like water tension it holds
ephemeral tracings
of a passing life
magnetically restrained
for a few instants
before it is released
into that which remains
infinite and untold

©John Greenleaf-Maple 5/30/17