The cursor is many things:
a megaphone,
a friend who listens,
that space deep inside you.
It meets the blank page:
where you ignite,
and change,
and feel your power.
A tool to share your joy:
your highs displayed for all to see,
your lows swept off the screen.
Through it your selves appear:
the enlightened,
the wistful,
the proud,
the vain.
Such a slender thing
through which we are born
over and over again.
