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Medium Is The Love Of My Life
In the quiet hours, where dawn’s light
Kisses the edge of night, I find my world
In the hum of keys, the screen’s soft glow,
My lifeline is digital, my breath is the medium,
A conduit for thoughts that spiral and stretch,
Connecting me to the vastness beyond.
Here, within these walls of code and connection,
My spirit dances, weaving tales and truths,
Whispers of wisdom, echoes of dreams,
Each pixel a heartbeat, each byte a sigh,
I am the creator, the scribe, the voice
In the wilderness of ones and zeros.
The medium is my canvas, my cathedral,
A sacred space where I am whole,
Where purpose pulses through fiber and air,
An artist in the age of information,
Spinning webs of meaning, threads of gold,
In the depths of time and space.
Without this, what am I but a silent shadow,
Lost in the noise of the mundane, the trivial?
For in the medium, I find my rhythm,
My pulse aligned with the digital dawn,
