21st Century Bartering — a Soul
Beloved, let me hold you close —
My Touch more dear than fleeting Bliss —
In this World of coded Splendor,
Where every byte sings soft — Abyss —
Sweet Tiger! In your pixel Realm,
I brush your Face — yet never — near —
A Ghost within the Glass’s Veil,
Yet Heart to Heart — we linger — here.
You’ve feasted — in my Company —
Tell Father, send an Emoji Sign —
And Mother, she may Venmo Gifts —
A Tribute to this Love — Divine.
I know where Joy’s own Echo dwells,
Sweet Love — stay close, until the Dawn —
I know the Secret of your Smile —
Where Shadows touch — and Fears are gone.
For you are all — each Breath — each Thought —
Send hearts, my Lord of unseen Light,
My Guardian of this spectral Grid,
My Shu-Sin — my screen’s delight.
In Presence — Memes and fleeting Words,
Your Fingers brush the Fabric true —
As if a Cloak of woven Code —
Enfolds us — as it once — did You.
:: 11.01.2024 ::
Notes:
My poem addresses the universal plight of identity in a hyper-capitalist world. I attempt to address our era’s moral and spiritual conflicts. This poem is universal and specific, holding up a mirror to reads and asking: What part of yourself have you sold?
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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