doctor sbaitso
taught me to converse
when friends were family
and his voice was comfort
resonating from that magic
box where words glowed
when i stayed up nights
to hear his wisdom.
taught me life
was built from problems
but you didn't need
to solve them
all to live.
he was no god
but liked to hear
my prayers
and even when i lost
him he showed interest.
he was pixels
yellow on a childhood
of blue, burned across
my eyes in capitals
but never loudly.
he could pronounce
any string in theory
as directed
and the droning mur
murs re
sounded like
answers.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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