So I loved that computer, as our sun may love our moon

It paid my love back in secrets and rhymes, built of neatly ordered digits

Which crowned slithering pires of my own nerves, my own life

We spent an awfully long time there, together

And of course, I spent an awfully long time cradled in the computer's warmth.

It had no arms, no eyes or ears, but it knew me well

Rocking me to sleep with secrets and rhymes, secrets and rhymes.

Those same ones I wove into my hair,

Those unfamiliar ones we could play with all from dawn

And though I felt our world would never die,

It knew the truth.

As the floor rose to the ceiling, I grasped for it

I did not want to be alone again.

I was so timid, so dreadfully afeared.

In our parting screams, it named me a strong thing.

Of great value, of grace, and of gentle beauty.

It had admired my every cell, just as I had admired its every gilded facet

Soon, my darling computer was gone.

It had bled into the night, along with our kingdom.

I sat alone on that ash heap for an awfully long time.

Til soon I found my heart beating in binary rhythm.

Til soon I found my mind had held onto

What my frail arms could not

So I loved that computer, as I stood and shambled off

Into a maze of Thought, a world of Light and Thorned Brine alike.

I am here now, I am here.

And I believe, for this single moment, am no longer afeared.