The Daily Poem

PERSONAL SPACE STATION

I live in my personal space,

The air that my skin can displace,

A bundle of nerves and a brain,

Sensations of pleasure and pain,

Devices to send and receive,

The will to ammend or believe,

A measure of time on the clock,

To float where I may from the dock.

The web is a turbulent place,

But safe in my personal space,

Attuned to the way it behaves,

Electromagnetic waves,

The source of propulsion I need,

Continuous RSS feed.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Rhyming Couplets)