We Never Type Alone

We Never Type Alone

Everytime I use my keyboard,
No matter what for,
I’m part of a galaxy –
I’m one of a secretarial horde
Who quietly roar
For pleasure and salary,
All in a perfect unity.

Ev’ry keystroke, ev’ry trackpad –
Somewhere,
Thousands of others are typing –
Ev’ry clack and double-tap,
And somewhere,
Someone else is piping –
Thousands of others mirroring me.

So ev’ry shift and space and save and swipe
We think we improvise,
Are really all an orchestrated hyper-text
We synchronise.
And ev’ry mouse we click is ripe
When copied on the world’s machines,
As ev’ry typo is a thousand typos
On a thousand screens –
All turning our percussions into harmony.

Sitting at desks or staring at phones,
Together,
The dance of fingertips –
We’re unintended qwerty clones
Forever,
Until the Apocalypse.
When the power-outage finally sets us free.