the damned reality of laptop lovers

i lay here
deprived of sleep
and immobile,
i feel the warmth
of my silicon head.
it has pulse and breathes
and is warm with electric flow.
i lay dormant and watch dreams from the conscious
float past my globe finding eyes.
will it become more
in the future
(where we already are in our heads)?
you see,
once when a man sailed to the end
of the earth he was very startled
to find he was where he had started only
everything was changed some.
in this way we run across the sphere of time.
perhaps this addiction to
silicon will become
a way to dream collectively.