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Is it hope; an addiction sometimes found
A love unrequited lost to thee!
We love on empty plains
A soil dry and arid
So lost in the agony of being me

We search for connections
Lost in the world of our needs
A needle here!
A drink there!
New hope at last
Just one keystroke away?

Is it love?
Our new addiction
This difference machine
Creating virtual worlds
Seeing hopes expressed
A false God!
A fake love!

An acquaintance yet to be
It isn’t hope; this addiction found
Is it love; a desire to be held
N0! I say no; it isn’t anything
This world of mind
This shade of shadows
Through which our desperation;
Comes to be found

—Lewis Campbell—