MICRO METRO
the machine woke in beige light before the house did
one line in autoexec.bat and the future agreed to begin
windows opening inside windows a borrowed disc warm in my hand
the 184 carried us to Greenfield every copied byte a small escape
we built the web in tables and called the cells a horizon
Dreamweaver blinked past midnight I learned by walking through it
a netbook balanced on the sink Huddersfield rain in the glass
downstairs, Linux talked in low voices upstairs, the next life compiled
Reading arrived as a promise set in browser blue
WebTCC held the door open love did the rest
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