BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH

O blue screen of death
You fickle bastard
You wait
Lurking in the background
Ghost in the machine
To ghost the machine
Waiting watching
For progress to be made
For weeks I’ve struggled
Strangled by the data screen
With no momentum
But today traction
The clicking in my brain
Snapped into cogs
Pulling us forward
Gaining ground building speed
Progressing in leaps
Only to see blue with white letters
A man collapsed
Concussed
A sky with floating stars
To tell you all is lost
Saved or not
It may be gone
To the ether or aether
The blackest soul o bluest screen

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