Occupy

I carry my flat box as though a precious placenta;

Feasting upon servings of screenshots and their favours;

And enchanted I set it down in a sitting place, and sit there;

When I try to divert my eyes from it, I cannot;

For it hogs the space between me and the outer reaches of the Sun.

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